For this story, I made it a more Kyuzo-centric chapter. Tell me what you think! :3
It was finally the next morning in the city. Kyuzo woke up and stared at the ceiling of his hotel room for a few seconds before slipping out of bed. He momentarily stretched and took care of his morning duties. He had previously prepared his breakfast last night and ate it cold. He slung his twin swords over his back and kept his military jacket open, revealing a white tank top and a necklace with his identification tags. His lean muscles and handsome physique could clearly be defined. He remembered people in the war calling them "dog tags". Honestly that nickname was odd to him.
He held a bundle of his things in one hand as he used the other to leave the hotel room. He quickly paid for staying the night and set off for the Magistrate's special courtyard. It didn't take him long to get there, though he did notice several hordes of squealing girls every now and then. He was flattered and annoyed at the same time, but he kept going.
He finally reached the Magistrate's land and showed the invitation he received yesterday to the guards to allow him through. "What is your name?" They asked in bored tones. "Kyuzo Akiyama." He replied in his usual deep (and cold) tone. The guards checked a list for his name and gestured him in. He heard the gate shut behind him but kept going. He came across a courtyard with a drawn circle in the middle. Men were leaning against the walls, idly chatting with one another. Kyuzo leaned against one wall himself, crossed his arms, and kicked one foot up on the wall. He took in his surroundings through his blonde mass of hair. He noticed a rather ugly man who was short and awfully plump. His hair was straight, limp, and blonde. The man had dots for eyebrows and gigantic lips that truly made one wonder who would have the guts to marry him. This was the Magistrate.
"Excuse me, gentlemen! May I have your attention please!" The man yelled. His voice cracked a bit. A clap from a samurai with ebony hair and lips silenced everyone at once. "I thank you all for coming. As you may know, I cannot accept all of you so there shall be a series of duels. I am looking for a warrior who is silent, lethal, and a formidable opponent to anyone who may cross his path. My son needs the upmost protection in this world." The Magistrate began. A teenage boy with snow white skin and blue hair who sat next to the Magistrate was probably the son. Kyuzo blankly blinked and stood aside as the first fight began. It was between two guards and a rather lazy looking samurai. The rules were that one had to take two guards at once in order to move on. Those who succeeded would move on to fight one another. The last one standing would gain the job.
Nearly half of the samurai who arrived were immediately eliminated. When Kyuzo went up, he easily sliced the weapons of his opponents in half and held his swords at their necks. It all took a matter of one minute. Surprised gasps could be heard as Kyuzo sheathed his swords and moved out of the drawn circle.
The process was repeated again, and soon Kyuzo stood alone. He ignored the dirty looks that the defeated samurai gave him. "Excellent job, Mr. Akiyama. I humbly appoint you as bodyguard. Come, let me show you around your new home and let's get you a new uniform, shall we?" The Magistrate said. Kyuzo bowed a bit. "Yes. Thank you." He replied softly. He met Hyogo, the samurai with eyeglasses and black hair and lips; as well as Tessai, some sort of butler if you will.
The Magistrate Ayamaro gave his new bodyguard a tour of the home and where he would be staying, practicing, etc. When he gave Kyuzo time to adjust in his new bedroom, he handed the blonde haired samurai two wrapped parcels and left. Kyuzo opened the curtain in his room to allow some light in before plunking down on his giant, comfortable bed. He opened the first package and found a whole new uniform. There was a skin tight, black, long-sleeved top that revealed a bit of his shoulders. There were also some close-fitting pants and finally, a glamorous crimson jacket that clasped shut in the front. There were other combinations of clothing, but it was the first one that inpressed Kyuzo. He momentarily smiled a bit as he opened the other parcel. There he found several pairs of socks and a pair of thick, lightweight boots. A piece of paper on his bed caught his attention. He picked it up and unfolded it. It read, "Mr. Kyuzo Akiyama, please join us for lunch at approximately 3 o'clock. Meet us in the private dining room. Sincerely, Tessai & Hyogo." The blonde haired samurai put the letter down before abruptly putting on his new outfit. He felt giddy for a moment but shook the feeling off. He knew he should prepare for the new life ahead of him.