Introduction
The loud screams of agony congest the air hanging over the mass of dead and wounded corpses spread across a once barren floor. The pervasive stench of blood thickens from the river of crimson running underneath the bodies that litter the ground. When the crippled survivors exhale their last gasp of breath a sudden silence dropped onto the area. Everything was still after the last standing warriors fleed from the battle-torn lands holding their wounds. But, the very last samurai stood with pride over the bloody battleground, his sword impaled into the ground before him.
That is the story often told to many across the country of the legendary battousai. Many have been mutilated in the war by his blade, and the rest cower in fear at the sound of his name. There will always be some hopeful rising stars tearing through the ranks in desire to achieve his status, but all previous attempts have crumbled and fallen to the wayside. Only a few will ever gain the confidence and summon the courage to challenge the legend. But only one has been prophesized to defeat the battousai. It's only a matter of time, until the unknowing Himura is defeated...
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Chapter 1: A Suspicious Feeling
"So, who's ready to go out and have lunch," an optimistic Kaoru questioned the group of three encompassing her. Kenshin was sitting at the edge of the veranda looking at the ground with a curious depth in his eyes. Yahiko tapped his right foot impatiently in front of Kaoru, his manner of answering. Sanosuke, who was standing a few meters away from Kaoru noticed an odd twinkle in Kenshin's eyes.
"Something wrong, Kenshin," Sanosuke pried after having picked up a strange feeling in him.
"Huh," Kenshin said mindlessly when meeting Sanosuke's gaze, "No, of course not." Sanosuke yielded with a nod, but Kenshin thought to himself of the fib. 'Except for the apprehensive hunch I'm having. . .'
Yahiko broke the silence, "Let's go already!" but directed it towards Kaoru. The screeching bellow evoked everyone to cover their ears.
But then Kaoru did the same in return, "You don't have to shout!" and again the others would hold their hands over their ears. All were then disoriented, but shook the daze off themselves. The arguing was irritating Sanosuke, who was inclined to burst.
"Why don't you two shut up, and we can all go," he diminished everyone's recovery with an aggravated bawl.
"All right, all right," both Kaoru and Yahiko conformed. They were the first to leave and lead the way. Sanosuke took a couple steps before looking back at Kenshin who was leniently rising from his seat on the veranda. When it was apparent that Kenshin followed behind him, Sanosuke fixated his gaze ahead to follow the path of the two ahead.
The loud screams of agony congest the air hanging over the mass of dead and wounded corpses spread across a once barren floor. The pervasive stench of blood thickens from the river of crimson running underneath the bodies that litter the ground. When the crippled survivors exhale their last gasp of breath a sudden silence dropped onto the area. Everything was still after the last standing warriors fleed from the battle-torn lands holding their wounds. But, the very last samurai stood with pride over the bloody battleground, his sword impaled into the ground before him.
That is the story often told to many across the country of the legendary battousai. Many have been mutilated in the war by his blade, and the rest cower in fear at the sound of his name. There will always be some hopeful rising stars tearing through the ranks in desire to achieve his status, but all previous attempts have crumbled and fallen to the wayside. Only a few will ever gain the confidence and summon the courage to challenge the legend. But only one has been prophesized to defeat the battousai. It's only a matter of time, until the unknowing Himura is defeated...
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Chapter 1: A Suspicious Feeling
"So, who's ready to go out and have lunch," an optimistic Kaoru questioned the group of three encompassing her. Kenshin was sitting at the edge of the veranda looking at the ground with a curious depth in his eyes. Yahiko tapped his right foot impatiently in front of Kaoru, his manner of answering. Sanosuke, who was standing a few meters away from Kaoru noticed an odd twinkle in Kenshin's eyes.
"Something wrong, Kenshin," Sanosuke pried after having picked up a strange feeling in him.
"Huh," Kenshin said mindlessly when meeting Sanosuke's gaze, "No, of course not." Sanosuke yielded with a nod, but Kenshin thought to himself of the fib. 'Except for the apprehensive hunch I'm having. . .'
Yahiko broke the silence, "Let's go already!" but directed it towards Kaoru. The screeching bellow evoked everyone to cover their ears.
But then Kaoru did the same in return, "You don't have to shout!" and again the others would hold their hands over their ears. All were then disoriented, but shook the daze off themselves. The arguing was irritating Sanosuke, who was inclined to burst.
"Why don't you two shut up, and we can all go," he diminished everyone's recovery with an aggravated bawl.
"All right, all right," both Kaoru and Yahiko conformed. They were the first to leave and lead the way. Sanosuke took a couple steps before looking back at Kenshin who was leniently rising from his seat on the veranda. When it was apparent that Kenshin followed behind him, Sanosuke fixated his gaze ahead to follow the path of the two ahead.