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A private airplane landed in the city of Tokyo. The only passenger went down. The maids assisted her with her baggage and her bodyguards led her in a house. She went in and dismissed them and slouched on the sofa. A maid approached her.
"Welcome Miss Fuuko Kirisawa," she greeted her and bowed.
"Don't call me with that name again. It's Kiyone not Fuuko-Hisami, and I'm not a Kirisawa anymore," the lady replied.
The maid quickly obeyed and told Kiyone that her room is already fixed and she can rest anytime she wants. Then she kept quiet and waited for Kiyone's orders.
"I need some rest," Kiyone finally said and went in her room.
She locked herself in her room and checked her baggage. In one of her baggage she put out a box and opened it carefully. She touched the fujin inside it. It has already regained all of its original stones which gives back it's power to control wind but its more powerful now than in the past. Fujin,the only thing left in her past. She neither got a family nor friends. To revenge to those people who betrayed her is the only reason why she's back. She laid herself in her soft bed to rest her exhausted mind. After few minutes, she's peacefully sleeping.
She woke up late that morning. She went in her bathroom and took her bath. She dressed herself and put some contact lenses and let her purple hair lay freely. She decided to see Japan herself. She hadn't seen it for years and it gives her excitement to see changes since she left.
"Miss Kiyone, are you going out?" Hisame asked her and she nodded as a reply.
"Should I send your bodyguards or call Mr. Lee?" she asked.
"No, I can manage" Kiyone said as she went down.
"Will you bringing your car?" Hisame asked her again.
"No," she replied as Hisame followed her.
"Don't worry about me, just don't let anyone near my fujin," she commanded and went out.
She shopped clothes and shoes. Ate on the most expensive restaurants and she also bought some personal things. She is on her way back home when someone grabbed her wrist and thrown all of her shopping bags. A bunch of guys went around her.
"You want to drink with us, Miss?" one of them asked.
"Thanks but I still have my jetlag," she replied calmly and turned away.
"We're still talking with you!" the leader of the gang shouted on her and she stopped.
"You're so obedient miss," the orange haired said and smiled at her maliciously.
"Just acting like educated person unlike you," she replied mockingly.
"So obedient yet so arrogant, you must change your manners miss and stop insulting us," the orange haired punk said as he attacked her and wring her neck.
She quickly kicked him. It stopped him from wringing her neck. She quickly recovered the air she lost and form her attack stance. She countered all of their attacks but like she said she still has her jetlag. The orange haired punk got her wrist by accident and she's quite exhausted too. That she can't fight anymore. She asked herself why she didn't bring her fujin. The gangsters surrounded her and start laughing. She started to panic and she closed her eyes and cleared her mind.
"Let me go!" she shouted at them while she plots a plan in her head.
Author's note: please my read my next chapter.