[EN TR] kurage | The Elusive Samurai X OC

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(Reminder: because this is just a fanfic and I'm not a history expert, there will be a lot of writing errors)
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[Misae POV]

No. It shouldn't be like this. I should not have left the residence for patrol. Why did everything become such a mess-

Misae's running steps stopped, her eyes stared in disbelief at the pile of houses that were a village this morning. As far as her eyes were concerned, there were no any ally she knows at all among the demons who were brutally slaughtering the villagers.

No- what about-

Misae continued running again, panic filling her mind. Her breathing became ragged and sh3 could even feel her hands shaking.

Misae's breath hitched and stopped running abruptly, seeing the Minamoto residence which was no longer formed, Minamoto's loyal servant lay lifeless on the floor, all she could see was fresh blood in her eyes which slowly pierced her sense of smell.

"Rotten... how long has it been like this.."

Her feet slowly stepped along the dark corridor, her breathing was heavy, her eyes were shaking. Something- no, someone... she could feel someone watching her in every step he took, piercing her skin with their sharp eyes until she was no longer felt covered.

No, there seem to be hundreds.

Misae fell to the floor, a person who was hungry for victory now, was experiencing a major defeat for the first time in her life. She knew that losing was normal in a duel, but this was beyond her humanity limit.

Why are they targeting Minamoto...? Apart from the Yama river, we have nothing of value. Minamoto is a poor clan, that's why they chose to serve the Suwa temple.

But I still don't believe it... which bastard... which bastard has done this. And why didn't anyone from Suwa shrine or Narukami shrine come?!

Misae clenched her hands into fists, her teeth biting her lower lip to prevent the tears that had accumulated from falling.

Even though my father had entrusted everything to me. But it turns out I still can't take responsibility, I'm still weak. I-...

After everything I've done...it turns out it's still not enough. Was my hardwork all this time useless after all? Was my struggle all this time to protect everyone in vain? Is there no point in proving what they say wrong?

"No way... after everything i had done?!" Misae groaned, her tears fell to the floor, she bit her lower lip to hold back her voice. She lose this time. Admitting defeat to the demon who wrecked her treasure.

Misae stood unsteadily, her eyes staring blankly at the empty hallways she was walking on, her naginata dragged until it made a squeaking sound on the floor. The screams of people being killed slowly drowned in her mind, Misae repeatedly hit herself against the wall as if forcing herself to get up.

Her footsteps stopped in front of a room filled with laughter. Misae's eyes widened again as she peeked inside. The figure of his mother being strangled by a man who was laughing, her mother appeared to be unconscious because she was out of breath.

Fumihiko was seen panicking and begging, trying to pull Misae's mother from the man's grasp.

"Agh, this kid is so annoying!" A man kicks Fumihiko hard on the stomach across the room causing him to vomit when his back hit the wall.