A lonesome 25 year old girl walks through the fields and forests. She wears a mostly white kimono with red honeycomb and flower crest at the collar and sleeves, Sashinuki Hakama, which are gathered at the ankles producing a ballooning effect, her footwear consists of flat pointed ankle-high boots, a long flowing yellow and purple sash has been tied around her waist and she wears special "mainland" armour. A spiked pauldron covers her left shoulder and is attached to the upper section of her cuirass. Her raven black hair is long and loose, a single tail on the upper right side of her head is the only 'restrained' part of her hair, although, she can still remember the days when it only was a short pigtail. On her left hip hang three swords. One of them is an unnamed dual dao sword. The other two… The Heavenly Life fang, the Explosive Crushing fang, both swords of great statue, or at least, they once were. But that was long ago.
The girls head is down while she keeps walking on. She only stops for the nights or to buy food, but for nothing else, generally speaking that is.
"Hey you! Girl! Stop it!"
The girl stops. And looks up slightly and sees a small band of men approaching her. "What do you want?" she asks, her voice sounds stoic, revealing no fear, surprise or any emotion at all. "Don't worry sweet heart. We won't hurt you," one of the men says. The girl knows what they are. "Mercenaries," she softly says. Though guys with no manner, morals or home. They travel around and fight for those who pay the most. They're the most disgusting vermin in the world. "Get her. I'm gonna enjoy myself with this bitch," their leader says, smirking falsely and with a strange hunger in his eyes. A hunger for lust. The other men laugh low, joyless laughs, like only cruel heartless men can. The girl doesn't react to anything the men say, no matter how dirty and obscene it is. "You're in my way. Step aside," she says, her voice still revealing nothing. The words just flow over her tongue, like how he used to do it, calmly but commanding.
"Hmm. That bitch has guts. Yomoda, get her," the leader says. One man runs forward, expecting to easily overwhelm the girl, who can't be taller then 1,65 meter. The girl doesn't back down nor step aside; instead she just lays her right hand on the sheath of her dual dao sword and her left on its hilt. When the loud screaming man is close enough she sets her left foot forward and just slides the sword out, against the man's chin, what makes him being thrown back. The girl doesn't reveal more then 2 third of the entire sword and then puts it back. "Why you!"
"I won't be saying it again. Step. Aside," the girl only says. "Like hell we will! Get her!" another man screams. It's quite clear that he's pretty angry. The other men make approving sounds and some of them unsheathe their swords. But nothing seems to be able to draw any kind of response from the girl. "I warned you…" the girl whispers so no one can hear.
"Men! Attack her!" the leader commands and the men run forward, to the girl. She doesn't move. "…now take the consequences," the girl whispers and moves her left hand from her normal sword to the hilt of the Explosive Crushing fang. "So die!" she then forcefully says, raising her head up so the men can see her face. They can only see her face for a second, but what they see makes them terrified. On her forehead is a tattooed red crescent moon and in her right eye is a blue crescent moon visible instead of a pupil. There's only one second for them to see her face, none more, none less. She draws the Explosive Crushing fang and swings it down to activate its destructive wave. All men, 200 in total, die, before knowing what's truly going on. The girl puts the sword back in its sheath and walks on. The sun is almost setting and she want to reach the place before it's dark.
To reach the place where the life of her dearly beloved master, friend and lover ended. To the field with the grave of former warlord of the western lands. Demon lord Sesshomaru.
Spirit of Bakusaiga.