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Makoto Shishio's POV
My once former glory – Gone. My body scared deep far beneath the skin that is now charred. I was betrayed by those who paid me for my services, all because I was far better than the Battousai. Now I will plan to take my revenge on the pathetic Meiji government, but I must build an army of those of exceptional skills. Yes…and it was still start with this small boy, Sojiro. So young and viable, anything I tell this boy he takes to heart. He is my right hand man.
"Sojiro" I call for the young boy, who comes running with a smile upon his face, something I have grown accustom too.
"Yes Mr. Shishio?" He stands one hand by his side, another holding his sword, that is almost as tall as he is. Yet, he is far more skilled with it then men twice his age.
"Have you gathered food and practiced as I instructed?" I take out my pipe, to which he hurries to fill it with fresh tobacco and lights it for me as he speaks.
"Of course Mr. Shishio, I always do what you ask and I do it with ---" I cut him off with putting my hand up slightly and shoo him away from my personal space. He bows for his inconvenience and rushes off to get my food.
I smirk, for several months I have taken in and trained this boy, to be the best and my servant at the same time. After some quality time with my smoking pipe, Sojiro returns with fresh food on a plate, neatly assembled. He bows as he puts the food in front of me, kneeling on side of me just smiling. I put the pipe aside and Sojiro takes the pipe cleans it and refills it for me so I can enjoy it once again after my meal. I eat and watch him do this, the boy never complains and I enjoy this from him. I eat ¾ of the contents on the plate and hand the plate to Sojiro, who gets up ready to throw it away.
"Sojiro, the rest is for you." I say picking up my pipe and relighting it, giving him my left overs was something I rarely did. He kneels back down and bows for his meal and begins to eat the rest of the food on the plate. After he is finished, he cleans up, and leaves me to my thoughts. I finish my smoking and put the pipe down in its usual spot and Sojiro rushes over to get it but I put my hand up to stop him. He stops and kneels; he has become well trained in knowing my commands.
"Tonight, Sojiro, we are off to Kyoto. We need to start building and planning our revenge for the Meiji government. So make sure what we need is packed and ready by midnight. We can only travel by night; I will scare the people who wander in the day light if I am out." Young Sojiro smirks and hurries off to perform his tasks. I stand and make my way off to rebadged myself before the long journey to Kyoto.