Chapter Five
Several weeks passed, and just as Kenshin predicted, the law forcing all eligible samurais to fight in the war passed. The next day, the police chief came to the dojo to register the people able to fight.
"Ok, who's first?" he asked. Kaoru, Yahiko, Kenji and Kenshin all sat on the porch, frowns on their faces.
"Ill go," volunteered Kenshin.
"please state your full name, date of birth, age, height and weapon you will be using."
Kenshin took a deep breath. "Hitokiri Battousai, June 20, five foot two, Katana."
Kaoru wanted to cry at hearing all Kenshin's fighting information.
The man turned to face Yahiko.
"Please state your na-"
"Yahiko Myojin, August 5, five foot four, Katana."
The man nodded then turned to Kenji.
"Kenji Kam-"
"His last name is Himura," said Kaoru. Kenji turned and glared at her.
"Yes, Kenji Himura, September 11, five foot one, Katana."
The man wrote down all the notes then nodded.
"Thank you, that will be all."
"Wait, sir, don't you need mine? I'm the master of this dojo," Kaoru said, standing up.
"Mother, do you really want to fight?" growled Kenji.
The police sergeant looked Kaoru up and down quickly before turning his back.
"We don't recruit women." He said plainly.
Kaoru nodded and turned back to everyone. "why cant we just have a government that everyone wants. All this war and death, its hideous. And now their forcing us to fight."
Kenji stood and nodded to Yahiko, who followed the boy.
"And where are you two going?"" Kaoru said, tears streaming down he face.
"We told him we would be using Katanas, so we are going to buy us some." Yahiko answered, turning his back. Kaoru sank to her knees.
"Arnt you going with them?" She snapped at Kenshin. The former samurai drew his sword and flipped the blade before sheathing it. Kaoru couldn't stand it. Quickly she fled for the safety of her room.
The next few weeks were stressful ones, everyone waiting for the call to battle.
Finally, it came.
Several weeks passed, and just as Kenshin predicted, the law forcing all eligible samurais to fight in the war passed. The next day, the police chief came to the dojo to register the people able to fight.
"Ok, who's first?" he asked. Kaoru, Yahiko, Kenji and Kenshin all sat on the porch, frowns on their faces.
"Ill go," volunteered Kenshin.
"please state your full name, date of birth, age, height and weapon you will be using."
Kenshin took a deep breath. "Hitokiri Battousai, June 20, five foot two, Katana."
Kaoru wanted to cry at hearing all Kenshin's fighting information.
The man turned to face Yahiko.
"Please state your na-"
"Yahiko Myojin, August 5, five foot four, Katana."
The man nodded then turned to Kenji.
"Kenji Kam-"
"His last name is Himura," said Kaoru. Kenji turned and glared at her.
"Yes, Kenji Himura, September 11, five foot one, Katana."
The man wrote down all the notes then nodded.
"Thank you, that will be all."
"Wait, sir, don't you need mine? I'm the master of this dojo," Kaoru said, standing up.
"Mother, do you really want to fight?" growled Kenji.
The police sergeant looked Kaoru up and down quickly before turning his back.
"We don't recruit women." He said plainly.
Kaoru nodded and turned back to everyone. "why cant we just have a government that everyone wants. All this war and death, its hideous. And now their forcing us to fight."
Kenji stood and nodded to Yahiko, who followed the boy.
"And where are you two going?"" Kaoru said, tears streaming down he face.
"We told him we would be using Katanas, so we are going to buy us some." Yahiko answered, turning his back. Kaoru sank to her knees.
"Arnt you going with them?" She snapped at Kenshin. The former samurai drew his sword and flipped the blade before sheathing it. Kaoru couldn't stand it. Quickly she fled for the safety of her room.
The next few weeks were stressful ones, everyone waiting for the call to battle.
Finally, it came.