The days flew by so quickly it seemed rather impossible. Next thing they knew, they were all headed towards the Capitol on their mission for destruction. Even Katsu brought himself together to join them. Toil and training had brought them up to this point and they couldn't turn back now. They wouldn't. After intense discussion and planning, the scheme was entirely set up and ready to be carried out.
The samurai left the village at dawn and paid their final respects to Gorobei quietly. Victory was just miles away, as was the Capitol. The plan was simple. They were to disengage the engines, blow them off, corner Ukyo, and be rid of him once and for all. Was it mentioned that they also had to shut down all theNobuseri? The task seemed impossible, but the seven of them were the great samurai. The people who were turned into legends as a beacon of hope for the hopeless. They were invincible. They all stood as tall as giants that day.
As they all flew through the air, with Kirara and Komachi for company, Kiyoshi began to doubt. She had been notorious for saving many people during the war, but years had passed. She was weaker, more aged. She could might as well have died. "Stop thinking." Kyuzo softly demanded. He could read faces and it was like he was reading one's mind. "Hm what? What are you talking about?" Kiyoshi asked a bit dumbly. "You won't die. You're not weaker; you're stronger. Stop thinking like that, love." The blonde smoothly replied, turning a bit to face the woman he adored so intensely. He thought he saw a flicker of fear in her eyes. Kiyoshi suspired and looked away, unable to wash away the doubt. But something inside her knew she would prevail.
The Violet Assassin had returned.
The Capitol began inching closer and closer. The samurai kept their heads low and watched as Heihachi, Katsu, and Kiyoshi neared the engines. With a dainty jump, Kiyoshi pounced onto the ledge and made sure the coast was clear. She pulled up the mask that covered her nose and mouth to protect from the engine fumes. She held up a fist to signify safety. Heihachi boarded and put himself to work on the explosives. Katsu jumped onboard and stood watch for any guards. The plan was unfolding. Kiyoshi went on ahead inside to join the others.
But she barely managed to get herself anywhere far. She heard trouble near the engines, so she immediately rushed back. The engines were successfully coming off, but Heihachi had tied himself amongst the bindings. He was gravely injured, but he would survive. "Hey, Katsu! Get Kiku up here! I need to transport Heihachi out!" Kiyoshi demanded. "And how am I going to that?!" The emerald samurai stubbornly replied. "Find a way, child!" Kiyoshi yelled as she rushed to poor Heihachi. "W-what are you doing?" He asked weakly. "I'm getting you out of here, what's it look like?"
"Why though? Why are you putting y-yourself in harm because of a t-traitor like me?"
"Because you matter. You made a mistake years ago. Now hush up."
Kiyoshi lifted Heihachi up from the knees and darted forwards the engines began to break away. Heihachi pressed the button again and the engines flew off with a blast. Kiyoshi found Katsu on some sort if escape vehicle. He gingerly took the injured Heihachi and started up the machine. "Make sure he gets there safely." Kiyoshi gave Heihachi a brief kiss of friendship on the cheek and sprinted away to help the others.
As she made her way through the catacombs of the ship, flashes of previous battles here helped her go through certain shortcuts. She had an idea about here everybody else was. And she was right. They were facing Tsai and a few other soldiers.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Violet Assassin. Our battle is still unfinished." Tsai suddenly said. He pointed his dirk at Kiyoshi. She smirked as Tsai continued. "But I recall nearly ridding myself of your existence. This time I could end you."
"Then shall we begin?"
Sorry for the hiatus, loves! Ill try to update as much as I can, now that summer is approaching. Love you all lots. xx