Shadows of the Past
A fan.fic by Seth melchor
Prologue: Discovery
Kenshin walked down the streets of Tokyo. He was out to get the tofu for miss. Kaoru. As he wandered the streets, he heard a young boy say strange things. "Please, I can get the money, I promise, I won't let you down, Okita!" "That man!" Kenshin exclaimed. "That was the leader of the third division of the Shinsengumi! Okita Soushi was one of the younger leaders, but he had an excellent technique, and was trained under Saito! I my self must admit that he quite possibly could have defeated Saito, that I did." "Wait. he was said to have died many years ago, I believe, of a dangerous virus."
Chapter 1: To die, or to fight.
Kenshin finished his errands, and walked slowly back to the Kamiya dojo, when he heard a man walking slowly behind him. In an instant, a narrow needle glide, Kenshin moving just in time to dodge the attack. Immediately after, he drew his blade, and turned amazingly quick. He saw a man, a man with a strange weapon, a three bladed weapon bound to his glove. In the other hand a chain. The man's face was covered. "Another man from the revolution, could it be?" he thought. The man charged Kenshin, but Kenshin wasn't as skilled as he was in the revolution, and was caught off guard, paying for his unwariness with a needle-like blade in his arm. Kenshin, recognizing the technique, knew he had little time until he was infected with the lethal poison in the dart. He ripped it out, and calling upon the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu Tsui Sen, slashing from the air, after jumping far up. The assassin skillfully dodged it, to Kenshin surprise. The man turned, hurling another dart, which Kenshin deflected with ease. He then went postal with his Zantetsu, which he used to break his enemies iron. The man had no longer his glove blade. Kenshin then proceeded to attack the man with a combo of blows, knocking him around.
From far of in the distance, a man about thirty watched the man he knew as Hitokiri Battousai beat the holy shit out of the assassin. The man was disappointed. Over the last ten years he had been honing his skills, and it looked like the man he longed to destroy had become a Ronin. "Oh well," the man thought. "It will give me the excuse to kill his friends."
The wind rustled the leaves silently. The moon light up the Kamiya
A fan.fic by Seth melchor
Prologue: Discovery
Kenshin walked down the streets of Tokyo. He was out to get the tofu for miss. Kaoru. As he wandered the streets, he heard a young boy say strange things. "Please, I can get the money, I promise, I won't let you down, Okita!" "That man!" Kenshin exclaimed. "That was the leader of the third division of the Shinsengumi! Okita Soushi was one of the younger leaders, but he had an excellent technique, and was trained under Saito! I my self must admit that he quite possibly could have defeated Saito, that I did." "Wait. he was said to have died many years ago, I believe, of a dangerous virus."
Chapter 1: To die, or to fight.
Kenshin finished his errands, and walked slowly back to the Kamiya dojo, when he heard a man walking slowly behind him. In an instant, a narrow needle glide, Kenshin moving just in time to dodge the attack. Immediately after, he drew his blade, and turned amazingly quick. He saw a man, a man with a strange weapon, a three bladed weapon bound to his glove. In the other hand a chain. The man's face was covered. "Another man from the revolution, could it be?" he thought. The man charged Kenshin, but Kenshin wasn't as skilled as he was in the revolution, and was caught off guard, paying for his unwariness with a needle-like blade in his arm. Kenshin, recognizing the technique, knew he had little time until he was infected with the lethal poison in the dart. He ripped it out, and calling upon the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu Tsui Sen, slashing from the air, after jumping far up. The assassin skillfully dodged it, to Kenshin surprise. The man turned, hurling another dart, which Kenshin deflected with ease. He then went postal with his Zantetsu, which he used to break his enemies iron. The man had no longer his glove blade. Kenshin then proceeded to attack the man with a combo of blows, knocking him around.
From far of in the distance, a man about thirty watched the man he knew as Hitokiri Battousai beat the holy shit out of the assassin. The man was disappointed. Over the last ten years he had been honing his skills, and it looked like the man he longed to destroy had become a Ronin. "Oh well," the man thought. "It will give me the excuse to kill his friends."
The wind rustled the leaves silently. The moon light up the Kamiya