(in a grim voice)
Once upon a time there was a dojo,
for years a lot of toris travelled to it to kill all of it inhabitants,
but every single one was defeated and ripped to pieces,
all the decapitated heads and dismembered limbs were thrown in the backyard,
and there stood a flower-at the beginning it was little and weak,
but all the blood,all the torn flesh , all the tears and all the rage changed it,
first it grew additional roots to help it drain blood from bodies around it,
then it developed a mouth with razorsharp teeth to feast on the flesh of the fallen,
and before long it had become big and strong.
The inhabitants of the dojo noticed it,ofcourse.
But they were like:
(in a happy, reliefed voice)
"Finally,someone is doing something against the stench from our backyard.All of us were to lazy to do it.Let us adopt this magnificient flower and honor it in our name"



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Just something that came to my mind, take any story u like.