The sun shined bright as Mika Shinkyo walked down the pathway leading into town, trying to blend in. It was harder than she had suspected, not knowing about the sword banning act.

Being 16, she was supposed to know, but who would know that if they hadn't been out of hiding for 10 years?

So there she was, surrounded by about 10 police men, katana unsheathed. She was taken lightly, since she was a woman, an advantage to the gender - underestimated by all.

Mika was well toned, but it didn't show much through her baggy beige pants, fastened to her waste by a black sash, and her brown corsett topping a white dress shirt.

She apologized fakely, of course, and continued to her destination - whatever resturaunt she could find.

This was her first time out of training since she was six years-old, so she had no grasp of money whatsoever.

When she walked into the cozy resturaunt she had just happened to see first, she sat down at a table by herself.

Bad Idea

"Hey there pretty lady!" A drunken middle-aged man greeted her in a slurred voice. "Why don't you sit with us?" He pointed to his group of drunken buddies, making Mika glare, of course after slurping up her noodles in a very unfeminine way.

"Leave me alone," she snarled at the man. Little did she know, but this had caught the attention of another group of people, three others to be exact.

"What's up with those idiots treating a woman like that, even if she doesn't act like one," the man with long, spiky black hair held up by a crimson headband said, preparing to get up.

"Yeah! She even dresses like one!" The little boy piped up, "That or Sagara dresses like one," he added, receiving a whack on the head by the supposed Sagara.

"Ow!" He stated, rubbing his head.

"This one believes she needs no assistance," the red haired man, with a cross-shaped scar on his cheek, announced.

They all looked over to witness Mika send the drunken man flying through a wall, after he had tried to assault her.

"I said, leave me alone," she snarled before getting up and leaving.

"Wow," the little boy stated, looking at the hole in the wall, newly formed in the shape of a man, "I wonder who that was."

The red-haired man looked towards door she had exited, stare hardening.

"This one wonders the same thing," he stated.

Just then the waitress walked up to the three and stated, "Well whoever she was, she didn't pay for her food."

Sweat Drop Time

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I do not own any of the characters in this chapter, either than Mika Shinkyo - no stealing. I also own the drunk men, but you can take them :P (They are different then the ones in the manga and anime arguing about democracy).

Next one will be out soon!