DRAGON SWORD
Twenty years after the Meiji revolution an old man, the last master of the
Ryu-Katana is sitting on his deathbed. This style, like the Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu, was to die with this master never to be heard from again.
So you ask about the Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu. My son, the one style the ended the Meiji revolution, this style mastered by Himura Battosai. This mankiller was one of my greatest allies. Heck if it weren't for him, we probably never would have succeeded. This is the story about how I came to meet this great man.
"Sir the revolutionaries are at...gurgle" the man dropped dead a swift decapitation was all it took to end his will to live. Of coarse I was still alone in the encampment to think I had just beheaded a man with a boken seemed to give me some hope that I would get out of this prison camp alive.
The only reason I was in here in the first place was because of a person who believed that swords are made to save lives. Whatever pretty names you give a sword it is still made to kill. My friend had taught me that a long time ago. With this thought I dropped my boken and grabbed the sword the unlucky fool had owned. My style the
Ryu-Katana was made to cleave through any object, solid or other. The downside to this style is it is made for a one on one fight. But one against many than I'm SOL. That was the case in which I found myself after picking up the sword. As the first wave of people attack I knew this time I was going to die.
However as my sword collided with the first most person I heard a loud whoosh and looked to the right were the sound had come from. All I saw was a blur and a second later fifteen men lay either dead or dieing. All I saw, as the carnage settled was a young man no more that fifteen years of age sheathing his sword and shaking the blood from his already almost blood red hair, when I saw this I got a little jealous because I was already bald at this point. Then I saw on his cheek a cross shaped scar. This I knew could only be Hitokiri Kenshin. I had seen him when I was training. I knew nothing of his style. As the second wave attacked, Kenshin did not think twice about dispatching them all with a swift blur of motion. At this time I knew that this young man could have only learned this sword style from one person Hiko Seijuurou. I smiled though I was amidst battle Hiko finally found a pupi,l maybe we have a chance to live through this after all.
Within a minute of the battle's start I found myself free and thanking this man the, true Battosai, for saving my life. In retrospect it was kind of funny, that is how I met Hiko in the first place. I really got to stop getting captured, I made a mental note of this and ran off to find other places I could be of service.