The body hit the ground with a thud, blood starting to stain the sleeves of the white-and-blue overcoat the man had been wearing. With a sigh of utter relief, the youth returned his sword to its sheath as he looked at his latest, and last, victim. Himura Kenshin, known most commonly among his compatriots as the Hitokiri Battosai, was only fourteen when he joined the revolution. Having no prior practical experience, it bothered some at how quickly he'd become accustomed to the role of Assassin in the Shadows.
Now nineteen and a free-standing warrior, the revolution was finally over. Driving the sheathed sword, point first, into the battlefield of Toba Fushimi, Kenshin walked away. He'd lent his skills as a swordsman to the patriots of this revolution with the promise of leaving once the battle was over. He'd promised Tomoe, as he looked upon the tranquil face of his former wife one last time, that he would stop killing once the fighting was over. It was time for him to keep his promise
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Ron Stoppable sighed in abject misery. He was currently sitting outside of Club Banana, waiting for his best friend Kim Possible, all the while wondering if he'd jumped the gun accepting Kim's promise of free Bueno Nacho if he came with her today.
"Ron!"
Looking up, he had just enough time to flinch as he saw a number of bags flying towards him. Barely managing to keep his balance, he caught them all with a sigh.
"Seriously, KP, do you really need to get all this stuff? I mean, you were here just a few days ago, and left with just as much stuff."
"Don't be silly, Ron. A girl can't be too prepared, and besides I'm just trying to keep up-to-date."
Up to date…right… Ron just sighed and continued walking, when a twitch hit him suddenly. Almost as if an enemy was approaching. Stopping, he peered around cautiously, his training at Yamanouchi coming right back to him. This happened a lot since he came back, especially in crowded places, but never this strong.
"RON!" He swirled around, nearly dropping the bags he had. "What's wrong, KP?"
"You spaced out, I've been calling you for three minutes without a response. What's the deal?"
"Uh…guess I'm just not all here today, nothing to worry about." He hoped she bought his excuse. He'd been sworn to secrecy about what happened in Japan, and there was no way he could explain what he felt without giving that away.
She seemed to consider it for a moment, as he started to sweat under the collar, before giving him a playful swat on the arm.
"Well….ok. But try and keep up, Ron, or you won't be getting any Bueno Nacho."
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Lord Monte Fiske, or more commonly Monkey Fist, watched Kim Possible and the bufoon walk away. He knew that something was changing within Stoppable, he'd felt it. There'd been a trace of Mystical Monkey power when Stoppable started scanning the crowd, but something was different. It was no longer pure MMP, but it held something much more malevolant. He would have to watch the boy, something did not feel right.