Hey Guys, sorry for beeing of for so long. I've had the exams, and then I got Ill, and a thousand things happened. Sorry for the delay.
The wolf had his "Hand" on Kusabimaru, ready to draw. He knew nor where he was, who this people were or how he got there. In front of him was a grat castle made of stone with a spear-like roof and 5 watch towers the size of the castle wall he supposed surrounded it. Probably the house of an important Daimio, with an important amount of soldiers.
Still, he couldn't understand why in such a menacing fortress there were a bald man with a purple dress and a kid with blue hair and a black coat outside of the wall. They seemed to be from the west, wich might explain the strange shape of the castle, but the problem is he never delt with them. The only time he did was in Mount Kongo with the Armored-Man, and he really didn't talked to him, rather he threw him off an edge.
The Owl talked to him about them once though:
'Have I told you about my travel to Owari? I had a package for a friend: The best sake in Ashina. There I met those westestern people. Most of them are pale-skinned, like you and I, but with bigger eyes and much fatter. I recall them beeing very rude, they almost got a metsuke on me.They don't talk like us and they don't fight like us, they prefer dragging others into their business and use them. Mark my words, young wolf:If you deal with them, ready your sword for when they stabb. For they'll let you live as long as you're of use for them.'
Wolf pointed at the man, who was approaching him with caution.
"Who are you? "
The man opened his mouth and said something, but wolf couldn't understand it and drew into a defensive position.
The man, who seemed confused, tried saying something to the boy instead of him. He approached the wolf and spoke. Again, Wolf couldn't understand, but the looks on the kid's eyes told him they didn't want to fight.
Still, he held his sword.
"Who are you?"
The kid, confused, said something else in some kind of Chinese.
"Can you speak Chinese?"
Again, the kid said something. This time, it sounded more simple but still unclear.
"What are you saying? Speak clearly!"
Triying again, the boy pointed at the ground and muttered something.
Wolf felt that he wanted him to sit, but why would he? Still, it mighty be a way to understand what he said.
The wolf kneeled with his sword still unsheathed. There was no hostility coming from the kid, and even if he tried something, Wolf would execute him immediately.
The kid kneeled as well and started chanting somo kind of pray. Maybe it was a temple, that would explain the robes and the staff.
When the kid finished, it approached and, despite the fact that he was holding a weapon, kissed him.
Wolf...hesitated. He saw it approaching. He had the sword in hand. He could have stopped him, but those eyes...they were like Kuro's. Filled with sadness. At least for a second, because then wolf grabbed him by the troath.
"Why are yo-"Suddenly, a burning headache set him off. It wasn't like other pains he felt, this was like the Demon of Hatred had gotten inside his head and started scorching him from inside. This kid poisoned him?
Still, wolf held the kid's neck tight.
"Please.."
The kid just spoke? And most importantly, in Japanese!If he knew Japanese why not use it first hand?
"Let Miss Orléans go Now!"
As he turned he saw the bald man approaching with a raging look on his eyes. He also spoke Japanese, by the way, so either they just learned to speak it or they already knew and were having fun of him.
"Sir, whoever you are, let Miss Orléans on the ground please or I'llbe forced to hurt you!" He said while pointing at him with his staff.
Wolf complied, not out of fear but from principles.
He was no child killer.
When "Miss Orléans" hit the ground she retreated slowly, as if trying to escape from a beast. The one later to be known as Colbert helped her up.However, for one second wolf would swear he saw the fire he recalls helding on his eyes surrounding that man. It was a sensation he was uncomfortable with.
"Sir, we are sorry if we scared you or if you felt threatened, it wasn't our intention" Said while lowering his head. He then approached slowly"May you tell us your name, sir?"
A name. What should he tell them? Wolf? Maybe, but they are yet to be trusted, he needed something else to cover up. Something like..
After Gyobu's body stopped moving he left it to his horse to mourn. There was a watchtower nearby so he went there. Near the entrance there was a corpse. A shinobi. But not from Ashina, these clothes are to expensive to be from there. Wolf followed the body trail until he met a tall figure with white hair and wearing a straw cape. It was checking on a body but he suddenly said with a calm and heavy voice:
'Another rat'
As he turned Wolf saw his face was hidden under a red mask of a long nosed tengu. He wore a blue yukata with his hands bandaged and his feet covered by light shoes. He held a Tachi with fresh blood dropping from it.
'Ah, but those eyes..a starving wolf.Before I kill you, tell me your name.
...
Tell me your name!
...
No name to give? You shinobis are all the same. You die nameless, with no one to mourn you. However, your left arm...'
To the wolf's surprise the Tengu bursted out laughing and sheathed his sword.
'That's a one-armed-wolf. ¡I like it!
Wich means...'
"...Sekiro"