He was supposed to pass only and check if Tokyo was indeed a lively town. Unfortunately, Tokyo, just like any other, was a deserted place at night. He closed his eyes, feeling hungry, tired, and dirty. During this time, he wished for something impossible; a home or a shelter to lay down. But for the likes of him, to think of things like that were already too much.
He took note of the buildings and tried to be less conspicuous. The last thing he needed was to be known and to cause any trouble. If possible, all he wanted was to find a shelter for the night, a meal, and maybe some odd jobs before crossing the next town. He was too caught up with his thoughts when a fuming voice called the shadow of his past.
"Hitokiri Battousai!"
"At long last, I've found you.
For two months, you have murdered at will.
Now it ends!"
He craned his head, found a girl running in his direction. With a ferocious battle cry, she lunged in, raining strike on strike so furiously that he found himself deflecting her. He could not long keep up as he was already tired, so before her bokken would slide into his chest and hit a vital part, he jumped toward the old storage house against the wall. He knew it would be painful, but not as hers striking him.
Little did he know that soon she would inflict a massive blow to his life.
"Oro"