Momo Nyuji Kentoji
"Alright, listen up. You will each be assaigned a partner for this journey. The object is to find the legendary manslayer, and bring him here," Commander Hahn said to the crowd of newly abducted Samurai Warriors.
I barely heard his words as I looked around the room. This was not what I was destined to do. At this time, I was, and thought I would always be a peaceful person. Then, I noticed a guy about my age. He had black hair and souless red eyes. THe eyes were the kind that made people have the reoccuring nightmare of falling endlessly. My thoughts were interrupted by the Commander's voice.
"Kentoji, Momo Nyuji and Kowashi, Kaoru."
I stood and decided that I would not talk to this Kaoru. Bowing, I looked for the unfortunate male. It was the guy I had noticed earlier. He must have felt my gaze because he jerked his head in my direction, causing me to lower my head. Rising from my bow, I walked into the room where the woman were dressed in the Samurai appearal.
Once in the room, I sat on a stool as the old woman requested of me. The seamstress explained to me how to bind my chest and then, how to put on the kimono short dress thing. She hearded me to a small square area surrounded by curtains and I did what she had just explained with ease. After that, she gave me a large roll of the black binding tape to use during th journey. Thanking her, I left the room and went to take my place among the group of female warriors. I saw Kaoru and he met my glare. Instead of keeping my gaze he walked up to Commander Hahn to recieve his sword.
He chose a normal blade. Hahn recognized it as the Mesamoone. The Great Dominator, Commander Hahn, finished off the boys and began with the girls. I was somewhere in the middle. When my name was called, I slowly approached the leader of the dojo. Choosing a sword was rumured to be the most difficult decision a persom would make. It wasn't that hard for me, for I had decided upon a sword already. I pulled a normal blade sword from the group and attached the belt sheath thing to my waist.
"The crystal?" Hahn said questioningly, obviously confused as to wwhy I chose that sword.
I ignored this and sheathed Crystal. Instead of walking to the group of giggling girls, I walked out of the dojo into the crisp morning air. I waited untill I heard the shuffling of feet behind me.
"Are you ready?" I asked the person instantly knowing it was Kaoru.
I turned my head in time to see him nod his head, the answer to my question. Standing, I walked away from the building and into the forest. I could not hear Kaoru's footsteps. That might have been because the wind was blowing loudly. I looked around as I walked. I was freezing in the sleeveless dress. Feeling a brush from that direction, I turned to my right. I saw Kaoru walking by my side. He seemed so calm, not in the least nervous. As for myself, I was as skittish as ever, afraid that an unknown enemy was going to jump out of no where and attack us.
We traveled in this fashion untill nightfall. At that time, we stopped and mane camp for the night. I wanted to take a both, but I knew that the lifestyle I have adopted does not allow such pleasures as daily cleansing. Laying my pack of things on the ground, I pulled out my trusty chopsticks. Kaoru was busy cooking rice for the two of us. I waited for him to hand me my helping, and then ate it slowly.
"So, why have you decided to become a Samurai?" I questioned.
He looked at me blankly for a good long while before replying. When he finally did answer, his glance returned to his bowl.
"All I have known in my life is fighting. I know nothing else but the desire to fight."
Wow! This guy really was the natural born fighter I suspected him to be. How could I even had thought anything less of him. He had the eyes, the eyes of a person with few emotions; the eyes of bloodshed; the eyes that were the trademark of terror.
"How about you?" he continued.
"oh! me? Well, I didn't have a choice. I was orphaned when I was three and the people of the dojo took me in. They told me I was on my own as soon as I was old enough to have seen eighteen years of moons. Tomorrow is my eighteenth birlthday. I was three when they took me in so fifteen years have passed," I explained.
It took a while for this information to sink into Kaoru's brain. When it did, he looked up at me. He was silend and just watched my every move. It was getting harder and harder to keep that promise I made. I just felt as if I could open up all my thoughts to him. I layed out my sleeping bag. Shifting into a comfortable position, I let my hair fall to its resting place, around my ankles, by pulling out the scrunchie thing, and looked across the dying embers of a fire at Kaoru. He was still just sitting and staring at me. Kaoru was irrestibly attractive and there was something about him that made me want to be by his side forever. Most likely smiling, the last sight I saw that night was Kaoru through my fluttering eyelides. I slept peacefully and uneventfully that night.
"Alright, listen up. You will each be assaigned a partner for this journey. The object is to find the legendary manslayer, and bring him here," Commander Hahn said to the crowd of newly abducted Samurai Warriors.
I barely heard his words as I looked around the room. This was not what I was destined to do. At this time, I was, and thought I would always be a peaceful person. Then, I noticed a guy about my age. He had black hair and souless red eyes. THe eyes were the kind that made people have the reoccuring nightmare of falling endlessly. My thoughts were interrupted by the Commander's voice.
"Kentoji, Momo Nyuji and Kowashi, Kaoru."
I stood and decided that I would not talk to this Kaoru. Bowing, I looked for the unfortunate male. It was the guy I had noticed earlier. He must have felt my gaze because he jerked his head in my direction, causing me to lower my head. Rising from my bow, I walked into the room where the woman were dressed in the Samurai appearal.
Once in the room, I sat on a stool as the old woman requested of me. The seamstress explained to me how to bind my chest and then, how to put on the kimono short dress thing. She hearded me to a small square area surrounded by curtains and I did what she had just explained with ease. After that, she gave me a large roll of the black binding tape to use during th journey. Thanking her, I left the room and went to take my place among the group of female warriors. I saw Kaoru and he met my glare. Instead of keeping my gaze he walked up to Commander Hahn to recieve his sword.
He chose a normal blade. Hahn recognized it as the Mesamoone. The Great Dominator, Commander Hahn, finished off the boys and began with the girls. I was somewhere in the middle. When my name was called, I slowly approached the leader of the dojo. Choosing a sword was rumured to be the most difficult decision a persom would make. It wasn't that hard for me, for I had decided upon a sword already. I pulled a normal blade sword from the group and attached the belt sheath thing to my waist.
"The crystal?" Hahn said questioningly, obviously confused as to wwhy I chose that sword.
I ignored this and sheathed Crystal. Instead of walking to the group of giggling girls, I walked out of the dojo into the crisp morning air. I waited untill I heard the shuffling of feet behind me.
"Are you ready?" I asked the person instantly knowing it was Kaoru.
I turned my head in time to see him nod his head, the answer to my question. Standing, I walked away from the building and into the forest. I could not hear Kaoru's footsteps. That might have been because the wind was blowing loudly. I looked around as I walked. I was freezing in the sleeveless dress. Feeling a brush from that direction, I turned to my right. I saw Kaoru walking by my side. He seemed so calm, not in the least nervous. As for myself, I was as skittish as ever, afraid that an unknown enemy was going to jump out of no where and attack us.
We traveled in this fashion untill nightfall. At that time, we stopped and mane camp for the night. I wanted to take a both, but I knew that the lifestyle I have adopted does not allow such pleasures as daily cleansing. Laying my pack of things on the ground, I pulled out my trusty chopsticks. Kaoru was busy cooking rice for the two of us. I waited for him to hand me my helping, and then ate it slowly.
"So, why have you decided to become a Samurai?" I questioned.
He looked at me blankly for a good long while before replying. When he finally did answer, his glance returned to his bowl.
"All I have known in my life is fighting. I know nothing else but the desire to fight."
Wow! This guy really was the natural born fighter I suspected him to be. How could I even had thought anything less of him. He had the eyes, the eyes of a person with few emotions; the eyes of bloodshed; the eyes that were the trademark of terror.
"How about you?" he continued.
"oh! me? Well, I didn't have a choice. I was orphaned when I was three and the people of the dojo took me in. They told me I was on my own as soon as I was old enough to have seen eighteen years of moons. Tomorrow is my eighteenth birlthday. I was three when they took me in so fifteen years have passed," I explained.
It took a while for this information to sink into Kaoru's brain. When it did, he looked up at me. He was silend and just watched my every move. It was getting harder and harder to keep that promise I made. I just felt as if I could open up all my thoughts to him. I layed out my sleeping bag. Shifting into a comfortable position, I let my hair fall to its resting place, around my ankles, by pulling out the scrunchie thing, and looked across the dying embers of a fire at Kaoru. He was still just sitting and staring at me. Kaoru was irrestibly attractive and there was something about him that made me want to be by his side forever. Most likely smiling, the last sight I saw that night was Kaoru through my fluttering eyelides. I slept peacefully and uneventfully that night.