I replaced this chapter with my other chapter 1 because i thought of this idea and it seemed better.

Chizuru, Chizuru... You have to complete your job here now... Before
it is too late. There is only one option... Live, or die...

The warm sun blazed on me, the day was sweaty, and there were too many bugs around to stay outside any longer. I remembered I ran away from home since it was sort of like a grave for my parents, i packed everything from my home that i needed and took off to camp somewhere outside for the day.

"Ugh... I really need a place to stay..." I took the worn out sheets off of me and stood up to stretch. "Mhmm.. Now, I think I should start my journey to go to my grandpa's house. I just hope he is home at that time..."

I wonder about that dream though. "Live, or die..." what did that mean exactly? Questions formed in my head. Why? What? When? The questions seemed to bother me a lot, because now, I arrived at my grandpa's house.

"Grandpa? Are you home? Grandpa?" I walked in my house, I knew I was intruding, but he would always answer who ever it may be. "Grandpa? This is Chizuru! I came to look for you." Nothing. Just silence from the peaceful home, but it wasn't as peaceful as I thought. I caught a glimpse of a tiny droplet of red near the back door. "Huh? Blood... Could this mean...! GRANDPA!" I rushed towards the exit of the home and saw my grandpa
wrapping his hand with a small sheet.

"Ah, Chizuru, what a pleasant surprise for you to be here."

"Pleasant? I thought... I saw the blood and everything.. And..."

"Chizuru, you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you or me." He closed his eyes and gave me a warm smile. Almost... Like my dad's. I gave him a weak smile to not show the sadness in me.

"Grandpa, what happened to your hand?" I walked towards him to see how badly he was injured. "Oh this... I was practicing with my katana like the old days and cut myself pretty badly, but now I think I'm getting to old for this.." I shook my head. "Grandpa... Your not too old for anything, you just have to live your life to the fullest, right?" he laughed quietly to himself. "Of course Chizuru."

I saw his katana and bent over to pick it up. But then a brilliant question formed in my mind. "Ne... Grandpa, can you... Can you teach me how to use the katana?" He looked at me and then at my waist and saw that I had a katana with me. "Ah... So you want to learn how to use one.. Of course I will teach you Chizuru. But it looks like that katana weighs a bit too much for you to handle." I grabbed my katana out and he looked amazed of how I carried my katana so easily. "Grandpa, I think I'm ready though." he nodded his head. "Now I think so too, I'll teach you the basics of the katana." My grandpa was so amazing, he knew mostly anything and could mostly do anything. They way he was using the katana made a professional look weak. He moved gracefully with his katana. It almost looked like he was dancing... "Grandpa... That is amazing!" but then I realized. "Wait, Grandpa... I thought we are going to do basic katana training?" He looked at me then laughed. "Oh Chizuru... I am a very forgetful
old man. I'm sorry, now we will begin the real training."

He taught me for a week now, but it only seemed like couple of hours. "Grandpa! Watch me now!" I took my position and started to move my body with my katana. The wind was blowing a slight breeze, but it is as if I was dancing! "Good job Chizuru! That was wonderful!"

"Arigatou!" I gave a big smile.

-A few hours later-
"Ah, Chizuru! Can you get some vegetables for me please? I need some to make some dinner." Grandpa was busy looking around to see what kind of foods were available. "Hai." I walked off to Kyoto.

Kyoto was busy as usual, I often went here with my Grandpa for food, but he was busy now so I had to go by myself. Then remembered that weird dream I had, What does it mean, die or live, two choices I had. Before I knew it, I had already passed Kyoto and wandered somewhere far off, or at least I thought I did. While I was trying to find a way back, I bumped into someone. I knew it was a "he" because of his broad back. Also, you could kind of tell. He turned around and he seemed very familiar... I little too familiar. It seemed as If I met him before. The same glowing purple eyes... I must have looked weird because I was just staring at him like I was some idiot. "Oh! Gomennasai!" I bowed. He looked at my katana like it was some sort of ancient artifact or something. the I finally realized that I noticed something about my katana too. It had all these strange patterns on it. It had some sort of glow that went with it. "Umm... I'll be going now." without saying anymore words. I took off.

"Hmm... I wonder, should I head back now, or should I fit in a practicing schedule? Well, maybe practicing with my katana won't hurt." I took out my katana and started to do the same moves my grandpa taught me. But then I heard something strange, like someone was watching me... While I was practicing I was waiting for the right moment to throw my katana. I heard another movement and knew exactly where it or who, was. And... Now! I shot my katana where my stalker was. "Whose there!?" and out came, the same man I bumped into. "Who are you anyways, and why do you look so familiar!?"

"Well?" I saw him staring. Then i realized. "Wait a minute... Your...!"

Yep. The suspense! Actually, i don't know what is going to happen either! Lol. Ehh sorry for a late update. Hope you keep on reading!