Mission
She had stayed in his company for 3 weeks, letting her wound heal and regaining her strength, before she was finally taken to the dojo.
The moment they had entered, he had thrust a set of hakama into her arms, pointed to a set of doors at the other end of the room, and ordered her to go get dressed.
He was standing in the same place upon her return, and she recognized immediately that this wasn't the mild mannered demon she has befriended, but the cold warrior she had always known from the Feudal Era.
"Miko do not rely on their Rieki alone." He lectured, moving to stand before her. The warmth she usually felt from him, the almost tangible sexuality, was tightly leashed here, and it unnerved her. "Most are trained in the use many different weapons. You, on the other hand," he paused to give her a once over. "Are a very poor excuse for a Miko. You have no formal training, and the only weapon you have any sort of experience in is the bow, which you are a remarkably poor shot at."
She opened her mouth to reply with a scathing comment, but he halted her with a hand, continuing. "A bow is also a rather impractical weapon for the times. And not one you can carry on you person with any degree of secret." Pulling a small dagger from the rack behind her hand, he grasped her wrist and roughly forced it into her hand. "So it is up to me to teach you how to use a blade. I'll not have you die because I did not provide what you needed."
At the harshness in his tone, she felt he was talking about something other than assassins.
Notes: So yah. Another day, another chapter.