It's been, if anything, a quiet year ever since I left that bitch's house for good (for the most part). She was, without a doubt in my mind, furious to learn that not only did the emancipation went off without a hitch, but that there was nothing she could have done to prevent it either. But I have learned how to sweet-talk others into believe in what is not there and what will never be there. I told her that I decided to spearhead a new project for her to partake in later; she said that it would be a great idea to add to her company's ranks. I can't believe how gullible she's become in such a short amount of time. Too bad this great victory came with a price; she still managed to convince the Court of Tokyo that I'm obliged to make monthly visits to her place for the sake of my well-being (they still don't know that she's the REAL fucking hazard to my health!). Every time I go to that haunted place despite still being inhabited, I've noticed that she has gotten more aggressive with what she has dubbed "purification rituals"; there is nothing pure about neither that bitch nor the shit she does to me.

I had originally predicted that Nonon and Shiro would have trouble convincing their families for the same thing, as it turns out I was completely wrong. Nonon was able to severe her ties and join me in person without a hitch. As for Shiro, turns out his uncle is none other than the head butler Mitsuzo Soroi, who found out of what transpired that fateful yet dreadful night and was completely sympathetic. He also managed to convince 'Her' to let him serve me when the time comes, and it shall my good friend. During my time away from that leech with rainbows, however, I happened across a fairly old sounding man whose face is wrapped up in red bandages. I asked him why he had his face wrapped up like that and he said it was to keep the bad people away from knowing who he really is (Doesn't he know that I'm ten years old?). I at least wanted him to tell me what his name is, but he wanted to know why a little girl is out in the streets in exchange.

"My apologies for coming off rude" The man said "I just got kicked out of my home by the same people that are hunting me down"

My response "You got kicked out of your home; So fucking what?"

"Language, young la-"

"I LEFT my home on MY own vocation!" I screeched back

"Even your parents!?" He answered back. I nodded in response "Dear lord, child! Why?" I gave him my first Journal Entry and he was shocked to learned of its contents. "I-Is this all true!?"

"Yes. Every word in that accursed piece of my past is true, sir."

"Call me 'DiZ', young-"

"Satsuki; that's my name"

"Very well then, Satsuki. Should your father still be out there, I'll be sure to bring this to him. This shall be among my top three priorities." DiZ replied

All things considered, Kendo training couldn't go any smoother than it already has now. While the four years of training that followed the spark of all this have been beneficial, 'Her' daily routines always mocked it up. Now I couldn't make any better progress. Then when the times comes, I will forego my kendo sticks in exchange for something more…authentic. A real sword, unique in every single aspect; a pitch black yet super reflective blade sharper and denser than any other blade known to man, a sheath made of hardened Life Fibers which in turns makes it heavier than most sheaths. But the most unique thing of this sword of all is the person that forged it: my late father. Before he parted from me he gave it a name strangely. He has dubbed this weapon "Bakuzan".

A/N: acquisition: Nullify Nonon