Mikoto is a lone samurai in training born of the prestigious Misaka Clan. Her mission? To defeat the 5 Samurai Warlords on a mission to discover who killed one of her two sisters. Journeying with her.. is a ninja of the Shirai Clan, A member of the...
I had the idea for this book when writing my Batgirl stuff XD, so I had to see what people thought of it.
The day was hot and untamed. The trees of ancient Japan were strewn with the forces of the heat and sweat, as the sun beat down on the trees and the flowers.. and butterflies flew through the air, intoxicating nature with it's beauty.
And one girl, was NOT enjoying the heat. She was of medium hair length, her hair being chestnut brown, her eyes a warm brown as well, that would make you think of kind family, and a bright faithful heart. She was definitely still in an innocent age.. being 14 years in appearance, and actual ripeness. (Though her lack of chest area ripeness was rather annoying to her.)
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She wore a dark purple kimono, and at her side, she carried a sheathed sword. The sword of a samurai
And while normally she would've looked like a wondrous beauty, at the moment, she looked like she wanted a shower, and a large fan.
"Ugggggggghh!!!" Mikoto of the Misaka clan groaned as she put a hand over her eyes, shading her view as she slouched in apparent misery. "Please.. let there be shade.. no.. let there be a lake.. I can just jump into that cool refreshing water... uggggggggghhhh!!"
Mikoto then saw it.. just ahead.. a roadside inn.. just sitting there, waiting to be checked into..
"YES!" Mikoto cried out with relief. "OH THANK GOD!!"
Mikoto ran to the doorway, and shifted the curtain aside.
(plenty doors during those times were just curtains that sometimes didn't even hang all that low.)
Inside, there were already an assortment of men sitting at long tables, dressed in traveler's clothing and whatnot.. wayfarers who had come from far away lands perhaps.
Mikoto hurried over the front desk, and she was instantly greeted by a young girl in a pink yutaka with large arrangement of flowers in her hair.
"hello." The girl bowed, smiling. "I'm Kazari of the Uiharu clan. Welcome to our inn! Would you like to order a room?"
Mikoto nodded and took out a small purse. The moment she opened it though.. a small puff of air poofed right out of the wallet.. noting it's rather pathetically empty innards.
Mikoto began to sweat. "Er...."
"Sorry Ma'am.. but this inn isn't free." said Uiharu a little sadly. "Are experienced in camping out?"
"O-of course!!" Mikoto puffed out her chest pridefully. "I'm a samurai! I'm prepared for anything!! Like a true warrior always is!!!"
Mikoto's stomach gave an incredibly loud rumble. And a few tears started to creep out of her eyes.
"A-are you okay Miss?" Uiharu asked with a slightly bewildered tone.
"I'm FINE!" said Mikoto. "I'm a warrior after all.. ergghh...urrrrrrr.."
