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The Sword of Kusanagi
The sun beat down, hotter today than any other day she could remember it being. Her stomach rumbled and the pain shot right through her. It was hard to find food when everyone in the town was looking for her, it was time to move to the next one.
She walked slowly down the road, the houses started to thin out and there were only a few dotted here and there when she saw sitting under a tree across the way, a young man. But what really caught her eye was the long, intricate sword sitting across his lap. His arms were casually resting across the blade within the sheath, and his head hung down as though asleep.
Rurijo made a small noise in her breast as though reading Suzu's mind and flew up to the man. He didn't flinch or look up.
"He must be asleep," Suzu concluded. On her tip toes she approached him and reached out her hand to grab the sword.
Many people walked by that day, none of them stopped to talk to him. He didn't care. Even though the hot sun seemed to burn holes in the ground it didn't affect him. Nothing seemed to matter. Until something different came to his attention.
It was just one sound, a tiny scuffle. If any normal person were busy thinking or doing something they may not have noticed, but he knew someone or something was standing near by.
He didn't open his eyes but he listened carefully. Nothing more happened until a slim shadow fell across his lap and the top of his head, blocking a section of sunlight from his sheath. His eyes were open in an instant but he didn't lift his head, hoping the person would just leave.
The sword gleamed in the sunlight, a bright light in her eyes but she reached further after a moments hesitation.
"It's got to be worth a fortune." A small voice in her head started bugging her about doing the right thing and walking away, before she stole the innocent man's sword. She pushed it aside and gripped the handle of the sword.
His hand shot out and gripped the small hand around the hilt of his sword and he looked up with his onyx eyes at the petite face of the young girl from the market.