I'm not proud of my past. I vowed to live and die by the sword. I became a kill-sword. My only purpose, I thought, was to kill people. It was to save a life by ending a life. I would kill one group and spare many more. I was Batroza, the kill-sword. I was a legend. I was feared by many. I would kill many more.
Of course, that wasn't the right way to live. I've hated myself for destroying lives. I regretted my sword for ten years. I've gotten rid of that horrible blade and chose a new one. A curved blade to make sure no one dies by my sword. I can't live with myself if I ever killed someone again.
I've made friends which surprises me. Kaoru, Enishi, and Megumi. I'm surprised by them. I'm surprised that they would accept me. Me, a killer, me Batroza. I killed thousands. I ruined lives. Yet they don't care and I'm grateful. I'm grateful to call them my friends, truly. It sometimes makes me forget my past. It makes me forget the pain I've reeked on the land.
"Kenshin!" A voice says behind me.
"Oh, Hi Kaoru." I say.
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Rurouni Kenshin; The Last Hellhound
FantasyI took inspiration from teen wolf for this. The character Parrish was cool I liked how he was a hellhound. Basically, I'm taking the Nemeton and the Hellhound from Teen Wolf and putting it into a Rurouni Kenshin. Whoever hasn't watched Rurouni Kensh...
