⤷ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ⤬ ᴋᴀᴇᴅᴇʜᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴀᴢᴜʜᴀ

↬ 𝐎𝐍𝐄

COINCIDENTAL

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the air tasted of sweat and iron.

and Kazuha's feet rapidly took him west of the Chinju Forest.

though the winds generously let the samurai cut through the air, as if the man himself were splitting the breeze like a blade, it dawned on the Inazuman wanderer that he may never get the Shogunate off his tail unless he sheathe his sword for battle.

he could feel the cold sweat in his palms as his feet abruptly shuffled against the dirt in the road to stop his, seemingly, incessant sprint.

he breathed in, the air hurt his lungs, he breathed out, the warm breath dried his throat.

and as he stood with his blade in hand for battle, he could feel the winds start to billow around him. his feet felt less sore-- his body a little lighter --as the vision strung across his shoulder lit brightly with the teal glow of elemental power.

he jumped,

he held his breath,

and as he exhaled, swarms of guards fell to the ground from his blade and his power.

as the clashing and clanging of iron on iron filled his ears, he could hear the faint footsteps of another coming at a rapid speed. his crimson eyes looked towards the way he had come before, noticing the way the ground shook from underneath him just because of the amount of people that were coming his way.

a bead of sweat dropped down his face. the hilt of his sword felt rough and miserably slick. blisters infected his bandaged and gloved hands as he pushed his way through the army of soldiers before hearing a loud, distinctive voice from behind.

"HEADS UP-" your introduction was cut by the grunt of your fall, the hill you had just jumped off of much higher than anticipated.

and Kazuha stared at you right beside him, on top of a soldier who had previously raised his blade from behind.

too mezmerized by your odd entrance, he had barely noticed that, yet another, Shogunate Samurai was aiming for another slash at his back, until you had blocked the attack with your own blades.

you held two blades, one in each hand, as your arms trembled under the strength of another man. you grit your teeth as you quickly pushed him back, grabbing one of your daggers and stabbing it into the floor.

Kazuha saw purple, and he flinched from the static pricking at his skin.

how careless.

your left hand wrapped itself tightly around Kazuha's wrist, and he winced at the contact, burns from the lighting of his old friend's vision still sensitive under his bandages.

"let's get out of here," you pulled him towards your direction before he could even speak, two sets of feet pattering against the rocky ground.

"i was heading for Ritou," you had told him in between heavy breaths, your breathing being quickened with work, "if we head towards the docks, i'm sure we'll find a ship to sneak on and get out of here."