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Tsurughi was looking curiously at Kenshin when a tall man, with wild brown hair that made him look like a rooster walked in. (Rooster-head!)
"Hey, who's the new girl?" He asked, looking her over. "She looks a lot like you, Kenshin." He said.
"Tsuru-chan, this is Sagara Sanosuke. Sano-chan, this is my imoto, Tsurughi." Kenshin replied.
"Since when did you have a sister?" Sano asked.
Tsurughi stood, "I'll see you guys later, I have something I need to do." She said, she walked out of the Dojo. She entered the crowded streets of Tokyo, and began to walk towards the Shinto shrine at the far end of town.
She walked up the long flight of stairs to the shrine.
Tsurughi paused at the top of the stairs, and breathed in the scent of cherry blossoms. ;;My problem is my lack of control when I fight.;; She thought. Then smirked. ;;Ironic, Sensei was always scolding me about my control. Wish I had listened then.;; She walked into the cherry tree grove to her left, and found the largest tree, with a hollow knot in the trunk. She felt inside of it. Her hand closed over the worn hilt of a katana.
She pulled it out. The sheath was well worn, and aged. She drew the blade.
Tsurughi examined the sleek silvery metal of the blade. The weight of the reverse blade sword was reassuring in her hand. Partially because there was no one around she could kill by accident. The shrine had been deserted several years before, and the children believed it was haunted. She had passed through Tokyo a few years before, when she had still retained her reverse blade. When word of the law against swords reached her. She had hidden it here, in this tree.
She re-sheathed the blade and crouched down, her hand was poised over the hilt. (I DON"T REMEMBER THE NAME!) She closed her eyes and absorbed the tranquility around her. The birds in the trees, the sound of the wind through the leaves. The dim sounds of the city. A stream burbled nearby. A squirrel chattered to it's children, scolding.
Faster than the normal human eye could see, her hand closed over the hilt and she drew the blade, slashing at a dangling leaf in front of her. The leaf gently drifted to the ground.
Tsurughi sparred with herself until she could barely stand. She sheathed the katana and straightened.
"How long have you been watching?" She asked the lengthening shadows.
Sanosuke stepped into the dim light of the setting sun. "Awhile now. Kenshin-chan said you were good, I decided to find out for myself." He replied.
Tsurughi shrugged. She wiped sweat from her forehead and started back towards the shrine.
"You're faster than Kenshin-chan." Sano said.
Tsurughi shrugged again. "So?"
"That's pretty rare, unless they're really good, like a hitokiri from the Revolution."
Tsurughi turned her head slightly to look at him from the corner of her eye. "Would you make your point already? You're wasting my time." She said icily.
Sanosuke fumed for a moment, then leaned coolly against a tree. "Were you a hitokiri?" He asked.
"Hai."
"What were you called?" Sano asked.
"Yureiken." Tsurughi replied, then walked down the stairs of the shrine.
Sanosuke's jaw dropped. "NANI!?" He cried in shock.
Hitokiri Yureiken! The Ghost sword. An manslayer, whose reputation dominated over even that of the Battousai, Oniwaban, and Shinzengumi put together. The Yureiken killed anyone that opposed her, unarmed or not. When she killed government officials, they never knew until they were dead. Her nick-name was given to her because she was so fast, that the people she killed didn't know they were in trouble till after they became ghosts.
"What a minute!" Sanosuke came out of his stupor to catch up to her. "You were the Yureiken!?"
"Hai."
"You? A girl!"
Tsurughi gave him an icy glare. "You have a problem with women?" She asked coldly.
"Iie!" Sano replied quickly. "Not against women in particular, but I never thought that the most famous Hitokiri of the revolution was a woman." Sanosuke said, raising his hands in defense.
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Tsurughi was looking curiously at Kenshin when a tall man, with wild brown hair that made him look like a rooster walked in. (Rooster-head!)
"Hey, who's the new girl?" He asked, looking her over. "She looks a lot like you, Kenshin." He said.
"Tsuru-chan, this is Sagara Sanosuke. Sano-chan, this is my imoto, Tsurughi." Kenshin replied.
"Since when did you have a sister?" Sano asked.
Tsurughi stood, "I'll see you guys later, I have something I need to do." She said, she walked out of the Dojo. She entered the crowded streets of Tokyo, and began to walk towards the Shinto shrine at the far end of town.
She walked up the long flight of stairs to the shrine.
Tsurughi paused at the top of the stairs, and breathed in the scent of cherry blossoms. ;;My problem is my lack of control when I fight.;; She thought. Then smirked. ;;Ironic, Sensei was always scolding me about my control. Wish I had listened then.;; She walked into the cherry tree grove to her left, and found the largest tree, with a hollow knot in the trunk. She felt inside of it. Her hand closed over the worn hilt of a katana.
She pulled it out. The sheath was well worn, and aged. She drew the blade.
Tsurughi examined the sleek silvery metal of the blade. The weight of the reverse blade sword was reassuring in her hand. Partially because there was no one around she could kill by accident. The shrine had been deserted several years before, and the children believed it was haunted. She had passed through Tokyo a few years before, when she had still retained her reverse blade. When word of the law against swords reached her. She had hidden it here, in this tree.
She re-sheathed the blade and crouched down, her hand was poised over the hilt. (I DON"T REMEMBER THE NAME!) She closed her eyes and absorbed the tranquility around her. The birds in the trees, the sound of the wind through the leaves. The dim sounds of the city. A stream burbled nearby. A squirrel chattered to it's children, scolding.
Faster than the normal human eye could see, her hand closed over the hilt and she drew the blade, slashing at a dangling leaf in front of her. The leaf gently drifted to the ground.
Tsurughi sparred with herself until she could barely stand. She sheathed the katana and straightened.
"How long have you been watching?" She asked the lengthening shadows.
Sanosuke stepped into the dim light of the setting sun. "Awhile now. Kenshin-chan said you were good, I decided to find out for myself." He replied.
Tsurughi shrugged. She wiped sweat from her forehead and started back towards the shrine.
"You're faster than Kenshin-chan." Sano said.
Tsurughi shrugged again. "So?"
"That's pretty rare, unless they're really good, like a hitokiri from the Revolution."
Tsurughi turned her head slightly to look at him from the corner of her eye. "Would you make your point already? You're wasting my time." She said icily.
Sanosuke fumed for a moment, then leaned coolly against a tree. "Were you a hitokiri?" He asked.
"Hai."
"What were you called?" Sano asked.
"Yureiken." Tsurughi replied, then walked down the stairs of the shrine.
Sanosuke's jaw dropped. "NANI!?" He cried in shock.
Hitokiri Yureiken! The Ghost sword. An manslayer, whose reputation dominated over even that of the Battousai, Oniwaban, and Shinzengumi put together. The Yureiken killed anyone that opposed her, unarmed or not. When she killed government officials, they never knew until they were dead. Her nick-name was given to her because she was so fast, that the people she killed didn't know they were in trouble till after they became ghosts.
"What a minute!" Sanosuke came out of his stupor to catch up to her. "You were the Yureiken!?"
"Hai."
"You? A girl!"
Tsurughi gave him an icy glare. "You have a problem with women?" She asked coldly.
"Iie!" Sano replied quickly. "Not against women in particular, but I never thought that the most famous Hitokiri of the revolution was a woman." Sanosuke said, raising his hands in defense.
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