The samurai warriors where fighting against the evil Emperor. The Emperor's army was huge, but badly trained. The samurai were outnumbered fifty to one. After two hours of fighting the samurai had killed many, but were making no progress. The majority had decided to retreat, even though samurai were supposed to fight to the death. Myself and my companion, Musashi, had decided to hold off the opposing army while ours retreated and regrouped.
Musashi and I headed for the rice fields. Only one or two people could fit on the cross-walks between the deep wet areas. The enemy had to get past the rice fields to get to our retreating army. There were only two walkways through the rice field so they could not get to the samurai unless the enemy got past us.
When the first wave came I thought surely we would die. But when they reached the edge of the rice fields they proceeded along the walkway one by one. This made it surprisingly easy to cut them down.
After about two hours we grew tired of this butchery. We knew that we could not endure this for much longer. I had an idea. We would fake being hit and dive into the rice fields. While still underwater we would cut a bamboo shoot and use it for a snorkel in hopes that the enemy would give up and leave. I quickly gestured to Musashi and he got the message. We dove in. Then we waited for what I thought was an eternity for the Emperor's troops to give up and leave.
When we got out of the slimy water we could hear the Emperor and his troops in the distance celebrating what they thought was a victory. We ran back to our camp, which was several miles away, and told the men, who thought they would never see us alive again, that the Emperor's troops were now off guard.
Then our whole army quickly ran the distance and crushed the enemy in less than a half of an hour. By the end of that day all that was left of the Emperor and his town were burned houses, mangled bodies, stray limbs, and dismembered bodies.