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Chapter 1
The year was 1865. The Bakumatsu was raging wildly. Yet, there was one warrior, a hitokiri, who everyone feared. He crept in the night, so there was no record of him. He was a manslayer. His name was Hitokiri Battosai, and his game was swordsmanship.
"Ah, another night, another kill. I guess I better head back to camp before I am discovered."
In the distance came a noise. There were footsteps, and Battosai recognized that it was more than one. As the footsteps grew closer, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword and prepared to strike.
"We really shouldn't be out here, that Battosai might kill us if he finds us."
"I don't know. If he comes after us he'll think that we are with him because we are dressed like his friends."
At that moment Battosai jumped down from his tree and drew his legendary sword.
"Die! For I know that you are against me. I heard your conversation."
And at that he used his Battojutsu and killed all three men in one strike. The three men lay there in their pool of blood. Battosai didn't want to go back to camp all full of blood, so he headed down to the river to clean up.
"Ah, the water feels really nice. I can't wait to get back to camp and go to sleep."
As Battosai headed back for the camp, he went back to the site of the deaths, but the bodies were gone!
"Mwa! Ha! Ha! Ha!" laughed a sinister voice. "You will not get away with this Battosai! I'm watching you. So you better watch your back, or you'll end up dead!"
"Come out and face me, or are you just a big chicken! I am not afraid of you!"
"No! You will face me sooner than you think. So be prepared."
So Battosai went back to camp, but he went a little more careful, trying to listen for footsteps. When he heard none, he decided to just go back. As soon as he got into his bed, he fell asleep.