As I head down the mountain, light of dawn barely grazing the treetops. A sharp wind cutting through my body, carrying the scent of smoke and death. Each step I took was taken with purpose, my mind always vigilant as I walk the narrow, winding path. My belongings were at most minimal—a satchel with basic essentials and my sword, my only true companion and last hope. The weight of the blade felt heavy, a constant reminder of the vow I swore.
Three days passed in my travel, yet nothing got in my way. As I got close to the outskirts of a small village, shrouded in morning mist, the townsfolk went about their routines—cooking breakfast, fixing their homes, and exchanging cheerful conversation. To them, it was just another day, clueless of the massacre that befell the Ryoma clan.
I moved cautiously and slowly through the village, scanning every shadow, alert to the smallest detail. The sounds of the people, their movements, their demeanor—every detailed mattered. I had no intention on disturbing their peace, only on finding those who had no place in this world.
My thoughts were sharp as a unbreakable blade, my focus as strong as a predator stalking its prey. I eavesdropped on conversations, whispers, and stray rumors. The village laid along the only route leading to Mount Koryu, home to Ryoma's Manor. Whether departing from or approaching the mountain, one would definitely pass through here. I was certain the men I sought had come this way.
Approaching a tavern, a common place where rumors eluded, I entered and settled near two men deep in conversation. One was a grizzled man with a rough laugh, recounting some story. "I heard they came in scared out of their life's, only to return boasting and drowning in alcohol. They celebrated like they'd won a great victory" he said, laughing whole-heartily. His companion, a lean man with sharp features and calming eyes, urged him to shut up.
Without a word, I positioned myself within hearing range. These men might know something of the trash I wanted. The grizzled man noticed me and raised an eyebrow. "Oi, what's a brat like you doing in this tavern?" he asked with curiosity. Our eyes met, and I analyzed his features—long black hair tied in a manbun, a scruffy beard, and broad shoulders with a muscular build.
"And why is it your business?" I replied in a low, threatening tone. My guard was up—this man was no ordinary person. He sighed, rising to his feet and lifting a sheathed sword I hadn't noticed before. The sheathe looked worn and beat, but there's no mistake—this man was dangerous.
I stood, drawing my sword in one swift motion and getting into the first form of my sword art.
"Easy, kid. I was only going to ask a question." he said surprised, an amused grin on his face.
"What is it?" I demanded, my grip tight and steady— Focus solely drawn onto this man.
He stared at me with mild curiosity. "I take it you've got no family, huh? You stink of bloodshed" he remarked, raising an eyebrow as he held his chin. His words stung, and though I kept a smug expression, it took all my power to remain calm.
After a brief pause, he continued, "Your form's not bad. You've had proper training, but you're missing something."
"What the hell is your question, old man?" I yelled, my tone sharpe with impatience.
"Not even curious about what you lack? Fine." he said with a shrug. "What I want to know is, why is a kid barely twelve or thirteen wandering around with a katana, reeking of blood? What happened to you?"
"That's none of your damn business." I yelled, sheathing my sword but keeping it slightly drawn, leaving only a glint of my blade out.
As I glanced at his companion, who seemed bored by this interaction, the grizzled man unsheathed his sword and swung at me without warning. A sudden aura radiated from him, striking fear into my heart. My body reacted instinctively—I drew my sword, barely deflecting the blow as his blade grazed the edge of mine. I jumped back, then countered with a diagonal slash. He parried effortlessly, his sword wrapped in a blue aura.
"Well, kid, I underestimated you. Didn't think I'd need to use Kenki," he said, sweat dripping on his brow. He sheathed his sword, his eyes wide in awe. Clearly, he didnt expect such a swift reaction.
"Kid." he said, his tone more serious now, "become my disciple. You've got immense potential—I can make you the strongest swordsman in all of Tenshima."