Underestimated

Prologue

A light laughter drifted up from the basement of the Tokushima family's mansion. There, in the dark, and musty corner of the basement, a young girl sat in front of a beautiful katana. It had a silver and white hilt with a shimmering white blade. The little girl stretched out her arm and stroked the sharp end of the blade with her nubby fingers. A scarlet colored liquid dripped from the tips of her fingers.

"You're so cold..." The girl mumbled before asking the weapon, "Well what's you're name Miss sword?"

There was a slight hiss before a deep growl, "My name is-"

"Huh?" The little girl asked the blade, "What?"

There was another deep growl before it said "Kiri no Ryu"

"Ryu? Does that mean you're a dragon?" The girl squealed, looking at the blade in curiosity.

The katana grunted the word, "Concentrate."

"... ok." She sat cross-legged and put the blade over her lap. -She didn't know how she knew what to do, it was like an instinct to her-. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a field of ice with large cliff sides surrounding the crater-like valley. There was no plant life except for a few frozen trees.. When she looked up the moon shone brightly down on her from the dark night sky. Small flakes of snow begin to slowly drift down from the sky and she holds out her hand, catching them and watching them melt on her small hands. Without her noticing, a white icy-looking serpentine like dragon lands behind her.

"Turn around, child!" The beast growls at the girl as she turns around, her face agap.

"Wow!" she says looking at the huge dragon who has its enormous wings spread out above it.

"Do you wish to use my power?!"

"Hmm... how do I do that?"

"Call out my name."

"Your name?" The girl says sighing, "Okay... Kiri no Ryu." She says and the dragon seem to drift away in tiny fragments of ice, to her hands. The pieces reconnect, forming the same blade from the cellar of her house. "Ohh, cool!" she exclaims as she returns to consciousness. She sat up, grabbed the blade and began to tiptoe up the stairs. She looked in the living room, which had has beer bottles strewn across the floor and her father sat slumped over on the couch watching the tv. He turned his head and gave her an angry look before getting up and walking towards her. He swooped down to grab her but she moved out the way and darted up the stairs, her father stomping after her.

"Mizuki! Get your ass back here!" he said hiccuping as he chased his adopted daughter to the second floor of the huge house.

Mizuki ran into her room and shoved Kiri no Ryu under her bed before her father stormed in, his face red. mizuki gulped as he took off his belt.

"You good for nothing brat!" he yelled at her. Mizuki screamed at the pain from the belt slapping against her pale skin. He growled and there was another snap from the belt hitting the girl.

It's like this every day... Mizuki thought to herself, wiping her red cheek as the belt pelts her skin again. Why can't it just stop?