The most famous and renowned sword fighter in the world, known as Diavolo at the S, unknowingly captures the heart of a dopey gorilla and a four eyed food snatcher. Will they be able to settle their hearts for her, or will they fall deeper?
"You are a girl! Why should you do boyish stuff, when we brought you up so well?" Shrieked her mom. No one ever appreciated the idea of her, being a sword-fighter let alone see her achievements. Growing tired of this all day, our protagonist decided to escape from this prison of a house. She called it a 'house' as she never felt home at that place. And so she did. She was none other than the 1st ranked sword fighter in the world. She had an injured eye, which she tended to keep in an eyepatch. It did work, but was rather scary to look at. Therefore, continues our story.
-6 months after-
-apartmantal neighbor POV-
"Makoto! Hurry, we'll be late. I am off to drop this package to the neighbour!" I yelled. Makoto, in his deep slumber, jerked his eyes open as he remembered the day's events. Meanwhile, I knocked at my neighbour's door hoping that she would not mind doing this job for me, since my husband forgot to do. The door opened and came a very beautiful lady, with (s/c) skin *skin colour* She was a very famous person, who was very calm and collected. "Good morning, (y/n) are you well?" I asked, trying her to get to talk to me. "Same to you, Ms. Higashikama. I am very well indeed." "Of course, y/n! I have a very important job which my husband forgot. Can you please do that for me?" "Why not? Of course, I will. Please do tell me." "I actually wanted to deliver this package to Sakurayahiki Calligraphy, ummm, if that is okay?" "Sakurayahiki Calligraphy?" "Yes, if you can that would be a great help!" "I am actually free today, so I will." "Oh! Thankyou so much Y/n!" "Anytime."
I gave her the package and thanked her again and went back to my apartment.
-Your POV- It is a very strange world. My neighbors wanted me to go to an unkown building or office to deliver this package. But I suppose I should. Ms. Higashikama was more than a mother to me as my own mother had never been.
I sighed and got up from my couch, to get ready and go finish the work I was given. I also acquainted my daggers, as I was in a line of danger.
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