My name is Aika, the daughter of the famous fire demon, who fought side by side with the great demon dog. I'm a half demon. My mother passed away of old age and left me on the run. As a young girl, I was always chased after by other demons and always barely escape with my life. One day, while I was laying badly beaten and left for dead by some bandits, a demon by the name of Sakutarou, came down and rescued me. He treated my wounds and he took me under his wing. From a young girl to an adult, he molded me into a warrior. He helped bring my demon to the surface. After completing training, he forged a sword for me made from his fang. The sword's name was Fusegu. It means protect and that's what the blade did for me. Together, Sakutarou and I fought demons together. We cleansed the land of evil and brought peace.
One regular day of slaughtering demons and saving humans, a demon name Naraku came to my master. He asked for his help to stop a demon from creating chaos and if he had helped, he would give my master a piece of the scared jewel shard. I didn't like this Naraku. He seemed like a bad person and his presence was evil. I tried to come along, but Naraku said no and that I would only get in the way. I persisted and stood firm. My master told me to stay and wait. I bowed my head in disappointment and did as I was told. After three long days, the air smelled of blood, Sakutarou's blood. I woke up and ran outside with my weapon in hand. I only find my wounded master, using his sword as a cane. He reached out to me and fell to the hard ground. I rushed to his side
"Master," I shouted. I kneeled down to him. He had his hand pressed hard over his chest. I can see he had a wound over it.
"Who has done this to you, Master," I asked, my voice cracking.
"That damn demon, Naraku. He tricked me. I was able to escape before he could kill me," he yelled from the pain he was suffering. I felt my eyes become watery, but I blinked them away. I didn't want him to see me cry.
"I need you to find Naraku and destory him," he said faintly, closing his eyes.
"Me? Just me? Why not us," I asked shaking. Those his eyes were still closed, he gave me a weak smile.
"My wounds are to deep to treat, child. I believe in you, Aika. You are stong enough to bare the fight on your own. Take care of yourself. And don't forget what I taught you," he said to me before taking his last breaths. I buried my face into my hands and cried. I never cry, because it was a sign of weakness, but I shed tears of anger. I removed my hands to watch his soul make itself part of his blade. I picked it up and made it mine. I vowed to myself that I will use this very weapon to slaughter Naraku. My master also left his powerful amulet that carried a special power, but I have never seen it's powers. I went back to the tiny house and changed into my purple, short battle kimono. I put my blades on my side and the amulet around my neck. I wrapped my ruby red hair into a bun and began my search.