Mind of a killer.
My hands know too well the stain of blood.
The cold hard steel of my blade was the only
comfort I required in my life.
My victims knew nothing of pain or death when my blade
Ripped through their bodies.
They knew only release, release from the cruel life
That fate had granted them.
But why do I continue. Killing brings no pleasure
To anybody, not me and not my victims.
I kill to protect though. To protect the innocent
And end the lives of those not worthy of living.
I, Himura Kenshin have accepted the fate that
My life will deal me, I know that I shall not
Live as long as I should do, but that is the price
I have chosen to pay.
My Katana sways lightly in my sash as I proceed
Down the desolate street in Kyoto. It seems like it
Wants to jump from it's sheath, to do the work that
It was created for. I shall steady it for the time being,
But this shall not hold it for long.
There they are, my targets. One man and his two bodyguards.
I speak his name then utter the last words I plan for him to hear.
The largest of his two bodyguards tries to attack me,
But skill and speed are important in this type of life. This man
Lacked both.
When the bodyguard was dealt with, I forced the blade of
My katana, already stained with blood, through the head of his
Master, blood spraying from the instantly fatal wound that I had left.
I finally turn to his second bodyguard. He withdraws his sword and
Lunges at me. This man was more skilled than the larger bodyguard,
But seemed driven by fear and emotion. These are not feelings that a
Samurai needs, they cause weakness, faults and inevitably death.
The bodyguard was no match for me, yet even after my attacks he kept
Fighting, spurred on by something unknown to me. Love.
We both flew past each other, he wounded my face, leaving a permanent scar.
Yet he was not that lucky, my blade ripped through his torso and he hit the floor.
As I stood over him, he began to cry, reaching towards something.
Before I completely severed his life, I heard him utter a name…
"Tomoe."