December 9, 1854
Kneeling down Kenshin looked at his reflection in the water in front of him. He moved his right hand up to touch the scar that the girl gave him on the cheek the night before. It bled and he touched the blood with his forefinger and index fingers and smeared it down the side to his jaw line. How could she give him a scar?
But he knew exactly why, but he still was puzzled. How could she have such great power and skill? She had used a style he had never seen before in his life, it was very precise and unique and relied on reading the opponent's style just as Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu did. Yet, it was different because it didn't rely on speed as much; it relied on something else... Unfortunately he couldn't quite place what that something was.
But he had more important things to worry about besides that arrogant girl the night before. Like, where his next destination was. He wanted to go somewhere not to important and not somewhere to unimportant either. 'Osaka,' he thought, it was perfect. His next destination would be there. 'But, it would remind me so much of my mother...'
Kenshin got up and started to walk down the forest path.
Osaka was where his mother and father had grew up, or so she had told him before she and his father had fallen ill. She had said she had grown up in a family of the merchant class, the lowest of the low, even lower than peasants just about. Her parents where greedy and did not care about their daughter so they quickly gave her away for marriage to a farmer who had fallen in love with her and had just enough money to pay the dowry for her. She was not in love with him though, so for a long time the marriage was not happy. But when they had their first child, a boy, Kenshin, she grew to love her husband for they then shared a strong bond and everything seemed well. Then they got sick...
Kenshin felt a single tear roll down his cheek and let it slide down. His face was still expressionless though and the tear was the only emotion in sight from the ronin. He then sat down against a nearby tree and rested his head against it for support. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, with his last thought being that of his mother's face and her beautiful smile he'd never forgotten.
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A/N Remember, this story is an AE (alternate event) so therefore a lot of information on Kenshin's history has been altered. The information on his mother in this chapter is all made up by the author Yotaka, which of course is me.
Kneeling down Kenshin looked at his reflection in the water in front of him. He moved his right hand up to touch the scar that the girl gave him on the cheek the night before. It bled and he touched the blood with his forefinger and index fingers and smeared it down the side to his jaw line. How could she give him a scar?
But he knew exactly why, but he still was puzzled. How could she have such great power and skill? She had used a style he had never seen before in his life, it was very precise and unique and relied on reading the opponent's style just as Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu did. Yet, it was different because it didn't rely on speed as much; it relied on something else... Unfortunately he couldn't quite place what that something was.
But he had more important things to worry about besides that arrogant girl the night before. Like, where his next destination was. He wanted to go somewhere not to important and not somewhere to unimportant either. 'Osaka,' he thought, it was perfect. His next destination would be there. 'But, it would remind me so much of my mother...'
Kenshin got up and started to walk down the forest path.
Osaka was where his mother and father had grew up, or so she had told him before she and his father had fallen ill. She had said she had grown up in a family of the merchant class, the lowest of the low, even lower than peasants just about. Her parents where greedy and did not care about their daughter so they quickly gave her away for marriage to a farmer who had fallen in love with her and had just enough money to pay the dowry for her. She was not in love with him though, so for a long time the marriage was not happy. But when they had their first child, a boy, Kenshin, she grew to love her husband for they then shared a strong bond and everything seemed well. Then they got sick...
Kenshin felt a single tear roll down his cheek and let it slide down. His face was still expressionless though and the tear was the only emotion in sight from the ronin. He then sat down against a nearby tree and rested his head against it for support. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, with his last thought being that of his mother's face and her beautiful smile he'd never forgotten.
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A/N Remember, this story is an AE (alternate event) so therefore a lot of information on Kenshin's history has been altered. The information on his mother in this chapter is all made up by the author Yotaka, which of course is me.