Chapter fifteen : Death of dreams

It is completely useless to find my father now,there are two hundred samurais that have a chrysanthemum tattoo on their left shoulder. Maybe I should give up at this rate, to spare myself more disappointment in the end. Fukuji went looking for me at Rashomon Gate,when he saw me I ran. I was scared, I didn't know what he was going to do to me. Was he going to give me to the authorities? Was he going to accept me back to his shop?None the less I still ran in fear of him. I had another dream, I was running to a man screaming aloud,"Father!Father!". I embraced the man but when I looked up there was no face, it was a skull.