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Venice, Italy, 1494
Palazzo de Ryuzaki

The Age of Renaissance, people all over are inventing, creating and believing.As for me, I grew up into a merchant family as my fathers assistant, his motto, "Time is money" as most merchants believed,
"Ryuga," my father spoke, "I need you to run these orders to officials of mine in the city I also need you to deliver a message for me to Mr.Emilio"
"Si Padre Lo Prenderò fatto." with my days booked as a delivery boy for my Father I spend what little free time I had watching the Gondolas go by at the docks outside the marketplace. My life was filed with boredom, day after day was like a monotonous ring in my mind. the tasks that my father gave only reminded me of my plain and boring life after I delivered the messages I stood at the front door of Mr. Fredrick Emilio, He was an associate of my fathers company and a good friend of the family whenever my father needed business done out of Venencia, Mr.Emilio would always offer to run his shop while he was gone.
"Ahh, Ryuga, I must say it was a pleasure to see you again what troubles you child" Emilio said grinning at me with that familiar smerk.
"Bonjour Monsieur Emilio have a Message from my Father" I handed him the documents rubbing the back of my head with my opposite hand. He opened the letter.
"Ringraziarla molto Child It must be very hard running all around Venencia, maybe someday you can settle down and take on your fathers role"
"I appreciate your concern Signore" after shaking his hand in gratitude I said goodbye and returned to my father at the Palazzo, I knocked twice and opened the door, he was sitting at his office buried in his work as usual,
"Oh, hello son" He said, avoiding eye contact. He seemed surprised, i could here it in his voice, but never the less I responded without hesitation.
"Hello Father. I have done as requested." I stood there looking at the same paintings and portraits I had grown up seeing. My father believed in Sentimental value It was the only thing I found uncommon for a Venetian Merchant such as he. I stared at the portrait of mother, she was hanging on the wall behind fathers chair It has been four years since she left us My father couldn't even speak of her name without pain, although hes been trying to be strong about it. He paused his work and looked up at me.
"Thank you Son, I will let you know if I need you" He stood up from his chair and slowly walked towards me. "but for now see if you can take some time to talk with your brother he's been meaning to speak with you.
"Bene Padre I will" I gave my father a hug and walked out of his office, as I stood outside I looked up the courtyard at the sky. "I wish there was something exciting in this life,My Life..is truly..boring" I then looked at the ground, but it wasn't long before I heard that familiar voice. "Hey, up here.."