Epilogue
"It's been two years since that day," a young woman walks down the snow-barren road with a red-haired teenager.
"It has, Chizuru," the young man nods as he walks up a set of stone steps, "two years since..."
"Kenji, who's that?" Chizuru points to a lone figure standing before two graves.
"I...don't know," Kenji answers.
The figure stands with her back turned, a gray cloak covering her body and hair. The two teenagers slowly approach the woman until she turns to them. Her aged face reveals little wrinkles despite her age, red hair, lavender eyes, and a cross-shaped scar over her left eye, she reminds Kenji of someone he once knew so long ago...
"Shinta...?" the woman looks into Kenji's eyes. "No," the woman shakes her head from side to side, "you're not."
"Who are you?" Kenji asks the woman as she kneels at the grave.
"I'm an old friend of your father," the woman answers, "my name is Shizaku Mina, it's nice to see you again, Kenji."
"How do you know my name, Mina-san?" Kenji asks.
"You were a mere baby when we met, that you were," Mina chuckles, "you were so cute back then, just like your father all those years ago."
"Was I?" Kenji turns to his parents' grave.
"You still remind me of your father," Mina continues, "you look exactly like him during the Revolution, that you do."
"I see...," Kenji nods.
"I must get going," Mina begins to walk away, "the life of a rurouni is one that must always be on the move, that it is. Oh, who do we have here," Mina looks into Chizuru's eyes, "you look like Shinta's wife when I last saw her. What's your name, young lady?"
"Chizuru," Chizuru bows, "Sagara Chizuru."
"The daughter of that Rooster-Head and Fox Lady huh," Mina chuckles, "that's nice to know. You take good care of Kenji-kun, Chizuru-chan."
"I will, Mina-san," Chizuru bows again.
"Well then, we shall meet again, Kenji," Mina wanders toward the gray skies.
"We shall...Aunt Mina," Kenji watches her disappear.