"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦."
₊˚⊹. in which 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈
the descendant of the first
black samurai 𝗬𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗲 finds
a destiny connection bound
with the blue eyed samurai. ⊹ ࣪ ˖
...
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⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
With a graceful turn, I faced the village one last time, standing atop the vast hill, embraced by the biting winter breeze that painted my skin in a cold embrace.
"Goodbye," I whispered, my words a faint echo in the vast openness. A subtle bow marked my farewell before I pivoted, tracing my steps along an unknown path.
The destination was unclear, but the journey held a purpose – to find him. Somewhere in this sprawling landscape, I sensed his presence.
Trusting my intuition, I ventured forward, treading through the snow laden expanse of a grand forest, where each step triggered a cascade of memories from my past.
In this quiet pilgrimage, reminiscences of childhood and teenagehood emerged, forming a mosaic of experiences that had shaped the resilient woman I had become.
The challenges encountered had sculpted my strength, transforming me into a woman determined to navigate life on her own terms.
As hours unfolded, a temple emerged in my path a sanctuary for rest and prayer. Though abandoned, the lingering spirit within beckoned me.
Inside, I discovered nearly completed incense sticks, a subtle hint that these offerings were meant for my solace.
Kneeling with reverence, hands clasped, and eyes closed, I inhaled deeply, channeling my thoughts into words. "I know you watch over me, please watch over me forever. Protect me and grant me the strength to persevere. Thank you for all that you've already bestowed upon me."
Upon opening my eyes, the incense stick had extinguished, yet I realized I didn't need a physical flame to carry my prayers. "Please guide me on my path," I concluded, gently stroking my head before leaving the temple. Unfocused, I tripped over wood fragments strewn across the floor.
A splinter embedded itself in my foot, eliciting a sharp cry. Despite its seemingly insignificant size, the pain resonated deeply. Extracting the intruder, I winced and treated the wound with a medicinal leaf from my bag, the burn accompanied by muttered expressions of discomfort.
With makeshift bandages, fashioned from the remnants of my kimono, I stemmed the bleeding and resumed my journey.
Limping toward an uncertain destination, the newfound city emerged on the horizon. A testament to the resilience embedded in each determined step, even when encumbered by the unexpected hurdles life presented.
As dizziness threatened to pull me into its grasp, I halted my limping pilgrimage on a vast hill, overlooking the city. Sighing, my gaze descended to the snow covered ground, revealing recent footprints that hinted at another traveler's presence.
A surge of unexpected strength washed over me, dispelling the looming dizziness. Bracing myself on my left foot, I descended the hill slowly, guided by an unspoken instinct, aided by a fortuitous discovery. A sturdy branch that became my makeshift support.
Emerging from the forest, I confronted the city's entrance, guarded and regulated by a requirement for a valid pass. My momentary lapse in preparation prompted me to ponder a solution, observing the people in line.
Amidst the crowd, a figure in a large hat caught my attention a face tinged with familiarity, and a solution to my predicament materialized.
Discarding the branch, I blended into the queue, standing behind a slightly inebriated man whose pass seemed like my key to entry. An ethically dubious maneuver, yet my intuition urged me forward, preferring its counsel over logical restraint.
I 'accidentally' tripped and assisted the man to his feet, surreptitiously relieving him of his pass. His lecherous smile, accompanied by inappropriate touches, was met with a mysterious smile from me.
"Such a beautiful skin, my beloved. A beautiful angel you are," he exclaimed, suggesting my mixed heritage. Leveraging his captivation, I flirtatiously requested to precede him, earning an approving nod and passage through the entrance. My heart ached witnessing a mother and child begging for entry, but I pressed on.
The city's bustling streets, adorned with both warmth and the occasional cold reception, welcomed me. Despite the mixed reactions, I traversed the thoroughfares, my pride in my African heritage unshaken.
A familiar sight emerged, a figure with a large hat. With each step, my pace quickened, disregarding the pain resonating from my earlier wound.
My intuition, relentless in its pursuit, propelled me forward, leading to the momentary sight of the mysterious man engaged in conversation with three horse riding companions.
As he turned towards a building, my pace persisted, hiding behind structures to observe his actions. My eyes widened at the unexpected sight. The man standing before a house of prostitution, engaging in conversation with two women.
A wave of mixed emotions swept over me, anger entwined with something unexplained. Moments later, he displayed no interest, his attention diverted by a question. Immediately after asking his question, a puppet theater collapsed, breaking the fragile spell.
"Ringo?" I uttered in confusion, noticing Ringo awkwardly rising and waving at the blue-eyed man. He broke the puppet theater. An unexpected connection unfolded.
Ringo apologized to a puppeteer, then approached the blue-eyed man, disappearing into the building. The man, unfazed by the surrounding allure, distributed money to the women and departed.
I trailed him along a busy bridge until the announcement of a princess named Akemi compelled the crowd to make way.
A grand procession unfolded, making way for the entrance of the princess. Initially perplexed, I mimicked the crowd, unintentionally positioning myself directly in front of the blue-eyed man.
As the princess glided past, an unexpected connection sparked in our first eye contact. His gaze held a blend of astonishment and curiosity, a peculiar moment of shared recognition amidst the royal parade.
Time seemed to slow down in this newfound connection. Our expressions mirrored surprise, yet each harbored a unique nuance. He wore an expression of simple astonishment, while my own surprise was tinged with a hint of awkwardness.
The princess continued her majestic ride, and in the midst of our shared moment, an unexplained dizziness enveloped me.
The regal figure passed, and I abruptly left the scene. In my haste, I stumbled over my own feet, collapsing to the ground. The impact against the wooden bridge holding rod sent a sharp pain through me, and as my vision succumbed to darkness, the world around me faded away.
