War was finally here. It was what Kyuzo and Kiyoshi had wanted to prove their worth as samurai. Both had grown to be exceptional fighters and were known for their skills with the blade. Little did they know they were fighting on different sides. But war was nothing to what they had expected. Any survivor of the Great War would tell you of the casualties, betrayals, and the true definition of war. Yet Kyuzo and Kiyoshi had never encountered on the battlefield. If they had, who knows what could've happened.
It was late at night; around eleven thirty, to be precise. A hooded figure clad in a silver, red, and black uniform literally sat on a soundless plane that secretly drifted into the air towards a gigantic airship. The figure was tightly holding on to a solitary pole that protruded from behind the pilot's cabin as she sat on the plane.
Once the plane was close enough to the airship that would later be the Capitol, the hooded figure stood up and leapt into the air. She landed in the midst of the engines. Her loud landing was muted by the ferocious roar of the engines. With a silent hand signal that looked like a gun, the plane retreated back to the home airship.
The figure vaulted up the stairs towards the main chambers where the Nobuseri were being held. "Kiyoshi, you have exactly fifteen minutes to install the bombs and get out of there." The words of her unit leader came rushing back. She was determined to fulfill her mission and wait for the war's end once more.
Kiyoshi snuck inside the Nobuseri chamber and immediately scanned the enormous room for ideal places to hide the bombs she had tucked in her thin vest. She first put two in the control room, one behind a Nobuseri, and the rest on the roof and underneath the railings. It was a difficult task, but she managed without any noise.
But as she was about to leave she heard metal footsteps walking down the hall. She hid against the wall and remained silent. The door slowly opened and out came to metal guards and a samurai. They scanned the room with their eyes and just to Kiyoshi's luck, a sliver of moonlight was caught by one of the silver vambraces on her arm.
"Sir, what is that?" One of the metal guards asked as he gestured to glowing silver that looked plastered to the wall. The samurai turned to see where his metal companion was pointing. He walked towards Kiyoshi until he was only five inches away. Before he could reach out to touch the mysterious silver on the wall, Kiyoshi released the hidden blade on her vambrace and sliced through the flesh on the samurai's neck. Little droplets of blood landed on her face before she darted forward and used her other hidden blade to cut through the guns of the metal samurai at once.
They weren't even given time to yell when she drove her elegant blades through their robotic bodies. The robots fell down with a loud "clank" as Kiyoshi stood sounlessly victorious. She pressed a tiny button on the transmitter that was hooked onto her belt and then jammed her victims into a nearby storage closet. She quietly left the Nobuseri chamber and wound her way towards the exit. The crisp cool air nipped at her skin through her uniform when she opened the exit door. She spotted the plane she had called for and made a run for it. Her padded steps were swift before her silent jump onto the metal plane. Her arm immediately wrapped around the metal pole and held tight. Something told her that the war would be over tomorrow. But of course, it would be anything but simple.
Kyuzo rolled over in his uncomfortable cot and stared at the starry sky. He'd been unable to sleep for some odd reason. His unit mates were fine, but he felt as if something inside him was missing. He sighed deeply in frustration and rubbed his eyes. His hand fell to his cold sword sheath which held his dual swords. It had taken him years to master the art of of the samurai, but he had learned exceptionally well. As far as he knew no one in this battle had skills that rivaled his. Yet he was sorely mistaken, but he did not know this at the time.
"Kiyoshi… I wonder where you are… if you haven't died yet. I pray that will not happen. But it's strange how I still manage remember you, despite the promise we made when we were younger. To be honest… I still miss you. Where are you?"