Kenshin approached the enemy, sword drawn. This was the end of the peaceful days. He could accept that, if it was true.
The moments he had spent with Kuri-dono were all the more valuable if he had to pay the price in blood.
Kenshin had sighed.
"This one had so wanted to be the man she wanted, that he did." He leveled his sword at Jirou. "But you have drawn her blood, and you must therefore pay in blood."
As he leapt to attack, a tear fell down his cheek. Forgive me, Kuri-dono.
And then the man was on the ground, and Kuri stood there holding her bloodstained sword.
Kenshin stared at her as she clutched her wound.
"What have we done?"