Your Father's Daughter || Mizu x Fem! Reader || ||Blue Eye Samurai ||

Chapter 5

You considered the bell wrapped around his energetic apprentice a genuine blessing as it would have probably been harder to find this samurai. He moves with ease, slipping in and out of crowds like wind and never draws much attention to himself. You haven't even gotten the chance to hear his voice, and you wondered if he was possibly mute and that's why he had the bobbling man accompany him. He looked in no one specific direction, and kept his head lowered most of the time, but judging from his actions day by day you could tell he was a determined man on a mission.

Since you had found him a few days ago, you made sure to watch his every move. What he did throughout the day, what he ate, even where he decided to rest his head. He would consume his food with a rapid speed that peeked your interest into his past. You knew that look on his face, the glint of light in his eyes that only lasted brief moments, the firmness of his grip on his bowls. He ate like a child who didn't have much. A child that wasn't used to the belly filling joy of a warm meal made with love and talent. That kind of habit is hard to break, especially without the proper etiquette training. You noted this privately, in case you needed it. His rest periods were short, as he often stayed up most nights. Staring off somewhere in a corner or out into the dark night. You wished to catch him training. His swordsmanship must be impressive as it was rumored that he had beat the Four Fangs, but you hadn't been blessed with the opportunity to see him in combat. You hoped you would so you could study his movements and save that knowledge for later. If you knew how he fought, you could adjust your fighting to his movements and one up him or escape in case of an emergency. Yes, your father told you to return home and you would, but not without any useful information on the samurai.

For a while, you wondered if he knew the location of your father. He was heading somewhere, but you just didn't know exactly where. The same as you, he had a mission to accomplish but his direction was unknown to you and he was unknown of you. You were confident in your fathers protection of himself and his residence, there was no way he would find him so swiftly and easily and even if he had he would be a fool to try and enter. They'd kill him before he could enter. If it was up to you, you'd kill before he even approached the door.

You slept lightly, you followed closely, you ate when he ate, and listened to his apprentice speak when it seemed he wasn't. You became his shadow. No, closer than his shadow and even less noticeable. You became the air that surrounded him with the desire to suffocate his lungs with every breath he took.

"And Master I would suggest that on our adventure, we stop by a few of the places that I've heard about-" His apprentice was speaking to him with the excitement of a pup and you often wondered how old he was. He was so youthful in presence, but he had to be older than the man he looked up to figuratively. You wondered how they had ever bumped into each other, and what an odd dynamic duo they had. For someone so cold and distant to attract this childish grown man was beyond you. They were opposites in every way, and yet they were inseparable. Your father wouldn't have liked him. He would have been polite, but would have him disposed of him swiftly. There was no room at the table for men who couldn't be men; because he was associated with the man labeled 'demon' you decided you didn't like him either. What hand would he have in the attempted assassination of your father, you thought to yourself.

"There's a sento not too far from here. I hear they have the softest yukata that you could just fall asleep in." The apprentice coo'd.

"I bet if we paid real good money, they would let you have your own area so your secret would be saf-" He was silenced by a sharp head turn, followed by an even sharper glare. The blood under his skin made his face shine a bright red of shame, and his eyes lowered themselves to the ground, no longer able to meet his Master's blue's. He had said something out of turn, and was now being punished with an even colder silence than before. After a few quiet moments, a deep sigh was released and he soon stood from the table to leave the room. No words were spoken from the apprentice, so you followed the samurai to wherever his next location would be. It seemed to be outside so you made your way around the building side. A long time ago, you learned to climb buildings and with years of practice you could find your way to a rooftop with ease. Here is where you decided to watch from as he walked into the fresh air.