Over the next few days Kenshin and I spent most of our time together, training, and talking, and looking for some info on the assassin that was killed. Karou kept trying to scrub the blood from my hair but it was probably there for life.
One day in the library I was looking through journals from Kenshin's master that taught him the Mitsingumi style of swordsmanship. I flipped through the book until I saw the name Shinta.
I found a little boy today his family had been killed by assassins but the young child had escaped. He has already seen much blood so I decided it wouldn't hurt to train the young boy. His name was Shinta, a weak foolish name. I renamed him Kenshin.
I went wide eyed. I grabbed the book and went to find Kenshin. I passed Karou on the way and she asked me what the rush was.
"I need to find Kenshin now," I panted.
"He's meditating by the stream in the woods," Karou said.
I ran off and Karou yelled to me a warning, "I wouldn't disturb him if I were you."
I ignored her and ran off. I grabbed my sword from on the porch and ran into the woods until I came to the stream. Kenshin was nowhere in site. I looked up and own the stream.
I finally found him on the other side of the stream. I slowly crept up to him. I stepped on a twig making a loud noise and before I knew what was happening
I had been hit in the head twice with a sword and I was on the ground with the dull side of his sword at my throat. The book was sprawled out about 3 feet away. When Kenshin finally opened his eyes he quickly realized who was on the ground.
"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry, that I am," He said pulling his sword back I could barely talk because he had hit my throat, hard.
"What's this?" Kenshin asked picking up the book.
"You tell me," I chocked out.
He flipped through the book.
"Were did you find this?" he asked.
"In the stacks of journals from your master, in the library," I replied.
I sat up and looked at him. His face had kind of a disbelief kind of look.
"You weren't supposed to go through those," Kenshin said.
"I know but you know me, curiosity always gets the better of me," I replied.
Kenshin sat down beside me.
"So your name was Shinta?" I asked after a moment had gone by.
"Yes, yes it was. My master renamed me. I only knew one other person named Shinta before, that assassin. That night I was just shocked to hear it, that I was," Kenshin said.
I interrupted him, "But we killed him…well someone killed him."
"No, that wasn't him. I remember killing him in the revolution. It didn't make sense to me that's why we looked it up. Even in the books it says he died. The only explanation is either an imposter or the living dead," Kenshin said.