This happens after the war with the Nobuseri. Kikuchiyo, Heihachi and Kyuzo are healed of their injuries, and the six remaining samurai separate. When a bigger threat is on the horizon, they must come together again...with the seventh.
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From POV of my character.
I sat by the lake, toes skimming across the water. Sunlight reflected off the surface, throwing light on the surrounding trees. Birds chirped. Frogs croaked. I sighed. I came here every morning, by myself. I had no parents to lecture me; they were long gone. I lived in a small wooden house, right next to the beautiful lake. I lived in my house, all by myself. I got up, wiping my wet foot on the grass. I walked slowly towards my little house. On the way, I saw a figure, leaning against a tree. Curious, I tiptoed closer. Not many people came to this part of the forest. Most people took the main road to Kanna Village. I kneeled down by the man. He looked around 20. He was wearing a red coat, and had two swords strapped to his back. Looking closer, it's obvious he's unconscious. The most noticeable thing about him is his bright, blonde hair. There was a slash in his coat, and dried blood covered his sleeve. He's obviously injured. I ran home, propping the door open with an old bucket. I grabbed bandages, towels, and a clear, crystal bottle the size of my arm. I ran towards the unconscious man quickly. I unbuttoned his coat, exposing his black undershirt. I picked up a towel and coated it with the liquid from the bottle. It was a special medicine I made myself, from the plants with medicinal properties surrounding my house. I delicately dabbed the deep cut in his arm. I wiped the dried blood from his pale skin, cleaning it effectively. I held another towel to his wound, letting the medicine do its work. I treated his other wounds, the slash on his leg and the cuts on his face. I bandaged each wound carefully, making sure not to make his injuries worse. I wasn't strong enough to carry him back to my house without hurting him; he would have to stay here. I sat down in the grass, waiting for him to wake up. Any minute now. The man's eyes flashed open. He looked at me with red eyes. He snarled "I'll kill you,". He reached for his twin blades, gripping the hilt with pale hands.
"You're in no condition to kill me, samurai," I smirked. He scowled, a look of irritation on his handsome face.
"Your eyes...those eyes...what are you?" the man said. His low voice was barely audible. He did not sound scared, but many know how to hide fear behind a mask. I smirked again. People always stare at the eyes. They whisper in hushed voices. My eyes change colour depending on my surroundings and emotions. Right now, if I were to look in a mirror, they would be an amused gold. "Relax, samurai, I'm human," He stared, red eyes meeting gold.
"Who are you? Why did you help me?" he demanded to know. His voice was as low as ever, but there was a bossy undertone.
"My name is Mizuri, and I helped you because you looked stupid sitting under a tree bleeding to death," I answered truthfully.
He snarled. "I'll kill you," he repeated. "I'll kill you and your family!" I couldn't help but laugh at his threats. "My family's already dead," I stated matter-of-a-factly. His eyes widened, but he didn't say a word. He smirked slightly. "Then we have something in common," he said.
"Who are you?" I asked him.
"Kyuzo," he answered.
"What are you doing here, injured in the forest?"
"What's it to you, little girl," he said.
"I'm not little!" I huffed, avoiding his red eyed stare. He smirked again. I was beginning to regret saving him. "I'm 18!"
"I was in a battle," he said, answering my previous question. "Against..."
"...the Nobuseri," I finished his sentence quickly. "You were defending Kanna Village, weren't you?" He nodded yes with a slight tilt of his chin.
"Come on, let's go to my house," I pulled slightly at his arm. He grabbed his coat and followed me.