Endurance of an assassin

The Storm Really Did Hit After All

She continued:"If you could allow me, I wanted to have her grave made in the castle's garden ... so that she stays near me ..." pausing for a while, the lord noticed a smirk forming on her face and tears falling from her eyes, even though they did not convey sadness, as she continued to speak "That village is covered in the blood of its people now anyway ... I can't have her stay there." His eyes went wide from that, he understood that she killed everyone in her village, but what surprised him was that she was practically happy about that fact... 'She is losing herself...' he thought.

"I see, I'll make sure to have your request done. You may leave now... have some rest." Thanking her lord, she made her way out to the garden, not bothering to glance at Saizo, who she was certain, was listening to the conversation from the start.

Washing herself with the water from the well, she sat down by the tree trunk, letting the moonlight shine on her ...

The memories of the scene where her sister was killed in front of her eyes kept repeating themselves in her mind, hunting her soul, like a broken recorder...with each time increasing her anger and bloodlust again and again that it started affecting the pressure in the air around her.

Saizo who was approaching her calmly, felt the changement in the atmosphere. And as if struck by thunder, he found himself glued to his spot from utter surprise, even if it was only for a second, from how much bloodlust Miyuki has oozing around her. 'My,my... I didn't expect the little lady to be able to produce this much bloodlust ... so this is what that bad feeling meant ...seems like the storm really did hit after all.'

To be continued~