Suddenly a woman came in. I was shocked. I panicked and I didn't know why but I didn't want her to get any closer. I wanted to hide. I didn't want this life; I didn't want to suffer anymore. I cried. And then the woman hugged me. She told me she wasn't my enemy and she was sorry for not saving me sooner. Her words carried sincerity but I couldn't resist the thought of her lying; of her being my enemy. So I pushed her. She understood my feelings and left the room. I thought to myself "Where am I? Can anyone help me?".
I smelled something, food! I got brave enough to leave and explore. I sensed it downstairs. I couldn't resist it. It has been days since I last ate. My stomach gurgles. But I couldn't move down. I remembered the bell and rang it. My fear of those people didn't matter; I was STARVING! The old man came in and smiled. And the woman brought food, tons of it. We ate. The old man looked at me and told me I was beautiful, like a father would his little girl. I got embarrassed. I looked at the empty plates and was flushed. I thanked them and received a welcome.
The old man asked me to call him dad. Ha! Dad? He shook me, he told me he would adopt me. What?! I said to him after I recover I'm going back to my family. He told me I couldn't go back. I looked at him, confused, then he said if I go back the government will find me, hurt me and hurt my family too. I paused to think "what will I do now?". The old man spoke again. "You may stay here, as I planned from the start. I will adopt you. In addition I will protect your family from danger.". I felt relief. I agreed to the old ma-No! I mean dad. I agreed to "dad's" plan for adoption. He immediately taught me proper etiquette and his traditions.
In time I gained information on him. I was amazed. He is a world famous master, Takeshi Sato, the teacher of the top five heroes. I call him master out of respect now. A month passed and I became more comfortable here. Master taught me sword arts. I could only understand the basics like gripping, slashing techniques and forms at the start.
But after two years I mastered it. I impressed dad well. Normally it takes ten years to do what I do. So he felt that I was ready to take jobs and applied me to some agent's association. After some time I became the top amateur agent, naturally. One day I wanted to resign because I got bored of it, but the association requested my services for one last mission.