#I don't care how much blood sweat and tears that boy has to shed he will pass the med school he will become a field medic

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On god Lance, i am going to make you a doctor in post canon

[dog-day-morning]

YOU OWE THEM NOTHING

People can be self-righteous when it comes to what they think God is supposed to do if, and when they call on Him. God is not a genie in a bottle that you rub, and a jinn pops out granting you 3 or 300 wishes. The saying faith without works is dead can be applied here. Have you ever heard of or read the book Daniel Webster and the devil? This tall tale or folklore legend was about a man who made a deal with old Slew Foot, and when it was time to pay up he had 2nd thoughts. Satan never plays fair. He's forever putting us in positions where we find ourselves desperate for a quick solution to a temporary problem that only leads to a difficult end. The Latin term for buyer beware is caveat emptor, and Satan knows how to spell. The power of a wicken comes from their basic weapon of spelling or casting spells by word of mouth. Even the Bible tells us that “Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.” Tell that to a Nicolaitan. Those who make deals with the most unclean should expect to suffer in the end. Never trust the father of lies who deals in treachery, and deceit. I look back at my mother's life and wonder if God had ever intervened for her, and fought her battles that surely He and only He would be able to deliver her from, and He has. Life is hard, for many it’s a nightmare that’s ongoing. Satan comes to you when you're at your weakest or most vulnerable in the hopes of snaring your soul into eternal suffering. Jesus comes to deliver us from death, sin, and temptations that confuse us in our trek towards His truth. If you have any aspirations of entertaining people with your gifted voice or your talent for playing lead guitar, don’t sign a contract that promises you the world only to find out you owe them your sweet ass which a man of honor wouldn't consider let alone make you cosign your body for their horn dog appeasement.

Revelation 2:9

9 I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich) and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan.

You're abundantly rich in spirit Yacob. Now’s the time to claim your position. These bastards have taken everything from you leaving your ancestors nothing but dust. If they could remove us off the face of the Earth they would. They're plotting to do so as you and I breathe, that's why the Father never sleeps. They are demon spawns who say they worship, and believe in God, but whose god, and what righteous god tells you to destroy a people with his blessing knowing what the children of Japheth have done to them historically? The spawns of Satan want your penuche, mouth, titties, and a-hole for their pleasure along with your talent that Justin Timberlake does not have. The new faces of R&B do not look like the people I grew up listening to or the race of people whose songs left an everlasting impression on my bleeding heart that helped me through my ill-fated, miserable existence. Robin Thicke, Christina Aguilera, K-Pop, the BackStreet Boys, and New Kids on the Block. Some of these groups are defunct, but they’re cranking out as many as they possibly can like Justin Bieber, and Demi Lovato. I just saw on YouTube where people were considering if Elvis Presley was Black, WTF?!! He was the biggest culture thief that Dr. Frankenstein, AKA Colonel Parker ever created. Man is cruel; Satan is a whole other type of bastard you shouldn’t entertain. I'm retarded. Some call me an idiot savant. YO MOMMA!!! People are blessed by the Father who has blessed many of us with gifts. There are many of you whom God has endowed with multiple talents that people would sell their soul in order to possess just one. If you're anointed by God to sing like Aretha Franklin may He lead you to sign with a label like Brother Carl Crawford's who won't make the same mistake he did with a very popular artist at this moment. More than likely you'll sign a contract entrusting your talent, blessing, and soul to the most unclean ones. Ain’t a reason in hell you should bow down or bend over for a leach like Mr. Friedman so he can butt bone your a-hole while enriching himself off your God given talents. God blesses those who seek him out, and those that don’t. I don’t know if Eddie Murphy went to Church, and sowed an offering every Sunday to God praying that the Father would make him the highest paid comedic actor in his prime. Richard Pryor was anointed in the womb to be the most blessed comedic talent, and influential comedian to ever walk this Earth bar none yet he and Mr. Murphy pursued their dreams in different ways with both of them becoming world renown. I'm inclined to ask, was it worth it?

Mark 8:36

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

The synagogue of Satan isn’t a trending pop culture manifestation that’s to be esteemed, cherished, or envied. These cults are trying to maintain a stranglehold on a world that’s not meant for them or their sort. People who play with Ouija boards or childhood games like Bloody Mary, and light as a feather are ushering dark spirits into their homes leaving their loved ones exposed to something sinister. Get the hell away from me and mine unless you're my sister, AKA Ms. Skunk Funk, who needs to get the crust burnt off her musty, dusty drawers. The whore of Don Juan has a death wish. Explain to me how running with the devil beats walking with God?

Isaiah 59:7

7 Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood: their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; wasting and destruction are in their paths.

This Nation was built on our ancestor’s blood, sweat, and relentless faith. Believe me when I say there's strength in every tear. I pray to God that I don’t shed anymore of them. Their wealth is not. It's a stolen Promise that the Father shall reward His children with. Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it. The most glaring, and frustrating example that is also bitter and disheartening I can give you is our Promised Inheritance called Yisrael that the gentiles are squatting on. When a person or in this case a tribe or race of people believe in their own lies they've become reprobate; they're lost.

Revelation 3:9

9 Behold, I will make them of the synagogue of Satan, which say they are Jews, and are not, but do lie; behold, I will make them to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved thee.

This is what all of Esau's children fear. It's why the bland, colored people of the world are flipping over the Earth's axis, and killing us without any probable cause. They are a lawless people who've displayed their lack of empathy, and humanity for anyone save their own breed, they behave like blood hounds. I've become content with this planet being void of water (Holy Spirit.) Black people suffer from a social disorder called the crab bucket mentality. We hate to see anyone rise up, and we’ll do whatever it takes to keep them down or discourage them. That person may possess something that can benefit the collective, who cares. He who possesses that blessing needs to haul tail ASAP before the winter comes knowing the Father will bless him, and a downtrodden people beyond their wildest dreams. This is why Yeshua, and His Father call us children. It's why I pray, and bemoan to the Father daily that He slays me, putting the fear of the Lord in the heathen and His Son Christ Jesus uses us for His purpose. God doesn't need us, we need Him. He's given us so much power, and authority. When you acquire it, use it for something other than satisfying your sinful, carnal, flesh minded desires. Men, don't behave like horn dogs, and women do not behave as Aholah, and Aholibah, 2 whores.

Numbers 32:24

24 Build you cities for your little ones, and folds for your sheep; and do that which hath proceeded out of your mouth.

Out of thine own mouth you have power to tread over snakes and scorpions. You can exorcise demons and devils out of your present life braking generational curses which is what I' want for a family that's disowned me. To God be the glory. God is telling us to declare a thing, and claim it. What a mighty, just God we serve. Your tongue will become a weapon to use against the lawless ones who use theirs recklessly in their attempts to get us arrested or murdered by local, and federal authorities. You can call it giving them a taste of their own medicine, it isn't. You're reclaiming what they've taken, stolen, including those of us they've murdered.

Isaiah 54:17

17 No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.

The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. Speak positive prayers out loud if you can. If you live with your family or have a roommate pray in the closet. You'll have favor with God that many people won't. They rebuked the Lord, and their anger did tear perpetually, and they kept their wrath forever. When they use their privilege, which is what we call it more often than they, comprehending they’re fully aware knowing they use it with a Demonic, driven hatred. They persecute Black men, women, and children for reasons that are not godly, and the Father does not condone. They, and all the Earth will have to answer for our individual sins against the Father in the end.

Luke 10:19

19 Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.

We don’t worship the same god as they do. They're praying to a god to erase us off the face of the Earth. Why hasn't he?.

Exodus 1:12

12 But the more they afflicted them, the more they multiplied and grew. And they were grieved because of the children of Israel.

Their birth rate is dropping steadily. For the first time in the history of the census they decreased in population globally while indigenous, and other races of people stayed steady or in our case increased. This is the reasoning behind these draconian abortion laws. They're trying to preserve themselves while God is eliminating the Earth of their bloody dominion. God is sending the wicked a message before the storm comes, but no one's listening. Their violence towards us is documented, and more often it's unprovoked. They continue with the guilty until proven worthy of their mercy dogmatic mantra which is racist BS. The Earth will be lulled back to sleep. When they're confident that their world isn't in danger of being challenged by anyone, especially us. That's when God will do things that will scare them right back to the caucasus mountains bringing destruction to those who've touched, bruised, and abused the Apple of His eye. Speak life into your angel spirit, don’t entertain the demon seed that's trying to kill you, and the rest of Earth's indigenous people. You have much authority, use it. Elohim. 9/23/2021

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"I don't want them to know" -YOSHITANE MY BOY

((Didn’t think it would be this long! Wow! Ended up doing a first-encounter fic!))

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“I don’t want them toknow.”

Silvery mist covered the landscape, draping the valley in athick veil of fog. It was early morning, the sun barely above the horizon,slowly melting away the night cloud that had shrouded the warriors of Soma.Warm breath puffed from the nostrils of the many war horses, already saddledand mounted, their riders gathering together in lined formations. At the front,the leader of the Soma clan gripped the striped cloth reins of his eager stallion,gently steadying him. The entire army was at the ready, at his back, awaitinghis command.

This was not Soma Yoshitane’s first time gazing upon thebattlefield. But in his heart, he wished it were his last. The life of asamurai was a proud yet harsh one. Not only in the number of wounds and scarscollected upon one’s body…but also upon the soul. The red-haired warrior couldhear his father’s scolding voice commanding him to show bravery and unyieldingstrength of spirit, for such was expected of a samurai, a warrior of Soma. Howelse was their small clan to make a name among thousands?

“They must not know”,Yoshitane’s breath quivered as he spoke his hearts feelings aloud, but onlyenough for his own ears to hear…as a reminder. Softly exhaling into the mist, hethen breathed in sharply, nostrils of his reddened nose flaring, as he raisedhis hand to a readied position. He could almost feel the energy of his men comealive, alert to his movements. Yoshitane’s hold on his heavy war spear tightened,as he watched the sun’s ascent and the light of dawn bathed the field in agolden glow.

The sound of a horn echoed across the valley. The battle wasabout to commence. Allied with the Satake, they were about to engage the Dateclan at Hitotoribashi. The Soma leader raised his spear high overhead, catchingsight of the enemy army charging toward them. The Date! Now! Now was the timefor the Soma to take its place as a contender among the northern clans. For the sake of peace. His spearlowered, and he shouted a war cry, charging forward into the clearing mist. Withinmoments, enemies appeared left and right, and with mighty swings and thrusts,the red-warrior of Soma clan cut down man after man. Though his army was small,his men looked to him for strength and courage. He felt the weight of theirgaze heavy upon his broad back.

“Lord Yoshitane!” his men would cry. “Our leader is thestrongest of Soma! Strongest of Mutsu!DOKUBARI!! No one can stand againsthis mighty spear…!”

Any other man would have basked in the light of such praise.As a samurai he should have. But as he drove through the enemy foot soldiers,the weight began to bear down upon him. The first wave of enemies came andwent, the Date soldiers maneuvering into a different pattern, to engage theother clans rallying. The Ashina, perhaps…or the Satake…?

It mattered not in the moments that followed. Yoshitanegripped his spear hard, as he glanced to the side, gazing at the blood drippingslowly off its silvery tip. It seemed to glow in the morning light, drop…afterdrop. His soul was pained, as he looked at his hand holding the spear,trembling now.

Were these the same hands that, only that morning, kindlystroked the neck of his loyal horse? The same hands that, within the quiet wallsof his castle home, gently held the newborn offspring of his favorite cat? Thesame hands, firmly and lovingly held by his dear, aging mother…?  No, these were now the hands of a samuraiwarrior. It was his duty to slay the enemy for the sake of his clan. This was expectedof a samurai…

Yoshitane gripped the spear again, harder, his eyes liftingtoward the horizon, as another wave of soldiers charged forward. Yoshitane feltperspiration gathering upon his brow, sweat falling into his eyes. Raising hisspear once more, he urged his stallion into a gallop, meeting the enemy soldiersand generals head on. His battle roar wrung out across the valley, catching theattention of a certain wild-haired Date general, who slowly began making hisway across the valley toward him.

Scarlet hair flashing in the sunlight, red as the blood thatnow coated him and the neck of his horse, Yoshitane continued his assault, hismen marveling at his strength, his power and his skill with the spear. Some ofthem noticed tears streaming down his face, brows knitted in determined battlefervor as he took down man after man. They commented mid-strike, how theywished their ruddy lord would wear a headband during battle, since he was quiteprone to heavy sweats, and dismissed it.

They had been half right. Yoshitane fought hard against thatwhich welled up from his very soul. But the barriers were quickly breaking. Hefelt the weight of every life he took, as the blows reverberated off his spear.His nose reddened, his eyes puffed, voice cracking as he delivered another fatalblow. Head already lowered from the spear strike, he buried his face in hishorse’s thick mane, and sobbed.

No one took notice, and that was good. Gritting his teeth,Yoshitane forced himself up, and readied himself to attack again, tears stillwelling up and spilling over. No one would know…he did not want his men toknow. How much it pained him! How much it tore his soul apart to fight againsthis fellow man! But it was his duty as a warrior of Soma. Such was expected ofa samurai… If only…if only there was some other way, some way to stop this fightingfor good.

A glimmer of reflected light caught his attention. A silhouetteemerged from the dust and mist, that of a young warrior, the graceful shadow ofa crescent moon. Could it be? The young leader of Date clan himself! Dokuganryu! Yoshitane’s eyes lit up,breath hard in his throat. A chance opportunity! If he could charge through anddefeat the One-Eyed Dragon, then Soma clan would gain such glory, and there wouldbe no need to fight again! The chance could not be overlooked. The red-warriorturned his stallion and galloped forward, weaving through the foot soldiers.Slowly closing the gap, Yoshitane urged his horse to greater speed, whensuddenly he was sidelined by another on horseback!

Quickly turning aside toavoid colliding, Yoshitane huffed angrily at the bold and reckless rider. Hewas met by flashing golden eyes, an impish grin, and a taunting voice. “Hold upthere, big guy! Where do you think you’re headed?”

Yoshitane panted roughly, trying to make sense out of thisman’s intention. “I-I wish to engage the One-Eyed Dragon in battle! Have youcome to bar my way?”

A familiar crest shimmered across the other warrior’s armor.So he was of the Date clan! Tossing his long golden hair, cocking his head alittle, he replied, “You got it! Not just anybody can go up against the NumberOne of Oshu.” From behind him, a spear appeared in his hand, and he pointed itto the Soma leader. “You gotta go through me first!”

“Hrmm,” Yoshitane grumbled, slightly irritated at this man’scasual and informal way of engaging a duel. But also he felt relieved, facingonly one opponent instead of the many he’d just cut down. It was very rare thatanyone had sought to face him in a one-on-one battle. Most of the highergenerals and warlords simply passed him by, since he was from the small clan ofSoma. Yoshitane had not cared up until this point. Now this stranger wascalling him out. To duel as a samurai was expected. Yoshitane steeled himself.

“I, Soma Daizen-no-sho Yoshitane, leader of Soma clan,accept your challenge! T-to whom do I have the honor of dueling?”

The golden-haired warrior grinned broadly. “Date Shigezane!”Dropping his reins, he slipped off the left sleeve of his kimono revealing abold tattoo, with a ferocious looking centipede crawling up his entire arm.Yoshitane nearly jumped back at the sight. T-this was! One of the 3 Great Menof Date! How brazen! How bold! Yoshitane turned his horse to face the Datewarrior. They circled, sizing each other up. Yoshitane found himself lockedwithin the other man’s burning gaze. He watched the one called Shigezane raisea hand toward him, flicking his fingers in a mocking taunt. “Come on. Let’s seewhat you got!”

The red-warrior’s stallion reared up and charged into a fullgallop, they closed in; spears raised high, and met with equal force. Yoshitane’sheart leaped in his chest as he was blown back, but did not falter. Breathingheavily, he felt tears welling in his eyes again. This was different, muchdifferent than before. With one strike between them, he was certain. Wherebefore, men had fallen so easily and his soul was crushed with each swing, herethis man he’d come to blows with was still standing, cockily perched on hisprancing horse, eager for another go. His mocking grin called him, andYoshitane was moved to answer. Was this the part of battle he had been missing?The thrill that so many of his samurai brethren had spoken of: a good, honest, andfair fight?

The Date warrior’s head cocked the other way, curious, “Hey…areyou…?” he pointed toward him. “Are you…crying?”

Yoshitane bristled at the words, and frowned deeply. Hisface deepened to a dark red. “N-no! The battle has just made me perspire! A-areyou not a man, too?!?! There is no shame!”

“Heheh, take it easy.” Date Shigezane smiled, twirling his spearin his hands. “Blood, sweat, tears… nations are torn down and built up on suchthings. I’ve shed my fair share of tears during battle, too.” Turning to the north, theDate warrior seemed lost in thought for a moment, only to turn back and flash afoxy grin. “But not this one! I have a feeling we’re gonna have a lot of FUN!”Turning his horse, Date Shigezane charged again. They met with a fierce crash,spear handles grinding together.  

F-fun? The conceptwas so foreign to Yoshitane it almost shocked him. What ‘fun’ was there to behad on the battlefield? It was serious; the now drying blood on his gloved handwas proof of that. But, but perhaps…perhaps this was a sign of things tocome. To engage in battle without bloodshed, to fight for the sport and thrillof it, not only to survive… To enjoy a friendly bout with a fellow warrior andthen share sake or tea…as friends…not enemies. Isn’t that the future they wereall fighting for?

Another blast from the conch horn! It was from their allies,the Satake! A call for retreat! But why? A messenger scout came galloping intothe fray, coming to stop near Soma Yoshitane. “My lord, the call has come outfrom the Satake! They are withdrawing from the battle!”

Pushing the other spear wielder away, Yoshitane snapped, “What?For what reason!?”

“The castle of Satake has come under attack! They arewithdrawing to return to their homeland and defend it! My lord, our allies areleaving us!”

Yoshitane’s mind whirled. For his people to continue thefight without the strength of Satake was too much to bear. Soma clan would betoo vulnerable! He had seen enough men already, on both sides, fall to thesword. It was enough. “Send word out to our men! The Soma clan will withdraw,as well!”

As the messenger disappeared from sight, Soma Yoshitanefaced his opponent. The other man lowered his spear, and pouted slightly, “Leavingso soon? Aw, and it was just getting good!”

Yoshitane sputtered, his face flushing, “W-we will finishthis another time, Date Shigezane!”

“Sure thing!  I’ll belooking for you, next time our armies clash.” Yoshitane turned his horse, andstarted away. “Though it won’t be too hard. You stand out so much it’ll be easyto spot you! Haha! Dokubari? Is THATwhat your men called you? Stinger of Soma, huh? Haha, more like a big, SuzumeBACHI-YARO!”

Piercing anger jolted up the red-warrior’s spine, as hewhirled around, his face dark red. This man’s impudence was outrageous! For aman of his status, to throw jeers like a wild thug, was more than he could bear.Yoshitane had gone through enough that day to tolerate this befoolery! Openinghis mouth, he tried to return the taunt but nothing came. His breath held inhis chest, and threatened to burst, and all he could manage was a loudexasperated huff and growled, “Enough! Y-you…!” He sneered at the other man’s gaudytattoo and the words just came. “BAKAMUKADE!!”

And with that Yoshitane rode off to rejoin his men, and regroupin Soma homelands. Heavens willing, he hoped to never encounter that foolishman again.

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i want Lance to have a mentor to teach him to be a doctor and I want her to have specifically this energy-

I think this would help his insecurities far better than anything else

On god Lance, i am going to make you a doctor in post canon