KATAKURA'S POV
I sat in a chair inside a gray room. "the head of the guild will come to give you your weapon. answer all of his questions and he'll get you what you want." that was what yurippe had told me before I got to this empty room. I looked at a clock that was on the wall, that read 2:35. he was 20 minutes late already. I wondered what he was going to be like.
the room was majorly empty. I sat in a steel chair, behind a large gray table. in the corner was a large brick container full of nothing but dirt, and near it was a work bench that was covered in smears and scratches. 'is that really how they make weapons?' I thought.
finally the door opened, and walked in a tall guy with a bushy beard and long hair. he smiled at me and spoke "so you're the new recruit, huh? I can't remember the last time I got to build a new weapon from scratch for a newbie. so, what's your style? long range? ballistics? maybe an SMG will do the trick." I tilted my head at him confused.
he raised his eyebrows "you're not familiar with guns, are you?" I shook my head. "I know more about traditional weaponry. that is what I'd like." he looked at me surprised then chuckled "you can't go up against angel with just that. even noda, and fujimaki use guns when they need to." "I cannot use them. and I cannot be persuaded to." I responded.
he chuckled "no changing your mind, huh? I like your spirit. so tell me, what kind of weapon do you want? you said traditional, correct?" I nodded "I want a naginata." he looked at me surprised "you want one of those? do you have the skills for using it?" I nodded at him. he looked at me in disbelief, then chuckled.
"well, I guess I can't argue with you." he turned around and picked up some dirt from the large brick container in the corner of the room. he slapped it onto the workbench, and began working with it. his back was towards me, so I couldn't see what he was actually doing. he began to talk with me as he worked "so who taught you how to use one of these?"
"my mother did. back when I was alive. she taught me how to use many weapons, but I was always fond of the naginata. mostly because of how skillful and elegant it was." he chuckled "that's quiet a life. so what made you come here?" he asked. I paused. he was asking about my life when I was alive. I didn't answer for a while, and a stark silence filled the room.
finally I took a deep breath "my life... is probably the worst life anyone could ever have...."
FLASHBACK (KATAKURA NARRATION)
we lived in a large dojo house outside of town on a mountain side. there was a large forest behind it, and even a river nearby. my mother was a weapon's specialist, and a martial arts teacher. naturally, she would teach me, since I asked her to. I became the most skilled, and top of her class. but... even though she was an instructor on how to fight... she was still the most gentle person I 'd ever met.
there had been many reports of a serial killer in the town.. but since we lived so far away we thought we would be safe... but... that was wrong...
it was noon, around mid fall. my mother was cooking in the kitchen, and I was training in the main room. suddenly I heard a crash, and ran in to see my mother trapped in a corner. the man was dressed in a large coat, with a gas mask over his face, and a knife in his hand. I didn't know what to do. my heart was racing, and breathing was difficult. I couldn't believe this was happening. like something out of a TV show. but I knew I had to protect my mother.
I quickly ran to the wall, and picked up one of the katanas on display. I threw the sheath aside and ran towards him. my vision was blurred and my balance was off. I thrusted the sword at his legs the best I could, but then...
