Samurai in a world of high powered technology sounds crazy but its very true on planet Terra. Specter or you can call him the Darkest Samurai is tasked with training a former slave girl into a powerful Samurai but things take a turn when warfare beg...
I saw a woman, about three or four years older than me. She did also have some highly technological armour that looked more or less like this
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(Yeah it was like that but without the mask on)
I couldn't make out her face from here because I was so far but something told me that this was someone I knew before. So I approached her and sooner or later, her face became visible. Two purple eyes that beamed when you looked at them; that face I knew from childhood and the black hair that my own scalp wore.
"Saki?"
"How are you Specter?" She finally says. Her voice itself just made me feel so much more calm despite me seeing two of my allies just lying; out cold down on the ground.
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(Yes, Saki's face)
"How on earth do you have all this?!" I asked in a louder voice that sounded mostly awestruck by her great appearance in that armour.
"It's not even real armour, it's a manifestation of my own element..." She replied in a mutter as she shook her head lightly.
My mouth opened, not to say anything but because I was genuinely that surprised. How is that even possible?! I thought to myself.
"How the hell are you still alive?!!" I exclaimed back at her with a slight blur in my sight. Oh shit, your crying
I mean, it was inevitable after I thought she was working under assassins this whole time. I tried to wipe them away but before I could she just did it for me.
"You still haven't grown up have you?" She laughed softly. I just stood in silence for a moment trying to take in all these emotions that had hit me like a bomb right now.
"I missed you too Specter" She added on with that same calm way. I wondered where she got that tone of voice from... probably our mother but she never lived. When we were slaves, I always used to rely on my sister for everything and although we had a rough childhood, we were there for each other for so long and meeting her now was like finding a diamond. Except precious lives you care for so much aren't even equivalent to one and sometimes, I'd get the feeling she just died, but no. My doubts were shattered here.
