Prelude
Kenshin and Kaoru have been married now for nineteen years, and with a son of seventeen years. Their son, Sage Himura, is just like his father; long shaggy red hair, shimmering violet-blue eyes, and the same calm voice. The only real noticeable difference between them was their height (Sage being about five-foot ten, roughly two inches taller than his father) and their scars. Sage had never wanted to be like the Battousai, nor did he ever want to know about him. He carried no scars upon his fresh young face, but hid a large cross-shaped wound that would most certainly become a scar, under the top of his kimono.
Now, Sage sat on the edge of one of the front steps to the Kamiya Dojo, his black hakama and white-collared ebon top hanging loosely. A light breeze blew, ruffling his kimono's top and letting a glimpse of his large bandaged wound on his chest catch a breath of the cool autumn air. Sage looked to the clear blue sky, sighing lightly. "It is a beautiful day today, that it is..." he said, his mind drifting as his gaze stared blankly upon the cloudless blue yonder. Shyly, a girl by the name Athyli Tassimurae stepped up the path of the Dojo, her vibrant young eyes glistening with a slight mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Quietly, she walked directly to Sage, who still sat there, letting pleasant images play through his young-adult mind. Athyli was a beautiful young girl, her hair a straight and simple brown with some natural red and blonde strands thrown in here and there that flowed gracefully down to her hips. She showed gorgeous hazel eyes that were still cold as stone, pale peach skin that looked as if it scarcely appeared under the sun, and was of an average height of approximately five- foot six. She stood silently in front of Sage, her hair streaming elegantly with the cool zephyr. "Hello..." she began a bit timidly, her voice seeming that of most innocence. "I am looking for a man that hails to as Sage Himura... could, if possible... could you help me please, Sir...?"
Kenshin and Kaoru have been married now for nineteen years, and with a son of seventeen years. Their son, Sage Himura, is just like his father; long shaggy red hair, shimmering violet-blue eyes, and the same calm voice. The only real noticeable difference between them was their height (Sage being about five-foot ten, roughly two inches taller than his father) and their scars. Sage had never wanted to be like the Battousai, nor did he ever want to know about him. He carried no scars upon his fresh young face, but hid a large cross-shaped wound that would most certainly become a scar, under the top of his kimono.
Now, Sage sat on the edge of one of the front steps to the Kamiya Dojo, his black hakama and white-collared ebon top hanging loosely. A light breeze blew, ruffling his kimono's top and letting a glimpse of his large bandaged wound on his chest catch a breath of the cool autumn air. Sage looked to the clear blue sky, sighing lightly. "It is a beautiful day today, that it is..." he said, his mind drifting as his gaze stared blankly upon the cloudless blue yonder. Shyly, a girl by the name Athyli Tassimurae stepped up the path of the Dojo, her vibrant young eyes glistening with a slight mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Quietly, she walked directly to Sage, who still sat there, letting pleasant images play through his young-adult mind. Athyli was a beautiful young girl, her hair a straight and simple brown with some natural red and blonde strands thrown in here and there that flowed gracefully down to her hips. She showed gorgeous hazel eyes that were still cold as stone, pale peach skin that looked as if it scarcely appeared under the sun, and was of an average height of approximately five- foot six. She stood silently in front of Sage, her hair streaming elegantly with the cool zephyr. "Hello..." she began a bit timidly, her voice seeming that of most innocence. "I am looking for a man that hails to as Sage Himura... could, if possible... could you help me please, Sir...?"