High Society: The tales from Victory

Battousai (Ch.3)

The salty air peppered her face. The sheer speed of the boat casted her into motion sickness, but time eventually alleviated that pain. The water was split asunder by the front of the ship, smoothly gliding across the ocean's surface.

In the distance, Lumin City, her destination. A land far more advanced than her home. Computers, cars, copying machines, cellphones, refrigerators, washing machines, helicopters, motorbikes, and other types of technology.  She had heard a lot when red clad agents with darker skin came to her home over a few years ago offering help but were ultimately turned away.

Her own home was made of wood and was elevated slightly off the ground. The roof was tiled, curved in excellence. Large and hefty posts keep the building up, with sliding doors, fusumas, creating walls. Optimal usage of resources, but some would claim it primitive.

Her home, her history, her life, it was all Ransei. With a deep breath she reflected the moments as she packed all her items. She smiled imagining her home, an illness worth than the sea.

…

Her thoughts fluttered across her mind, the festival of the fifth anniversary wraps to an end. Her fingers run across her blade, before her was her father’s armor. He was certainly upset, furious even, but when the letters arrived one was read and burnt. The surviving one was passed onto her. At first it was fear of another chain, but now it was a way to break through.

She took her blade and marched to the top of the palace, each step full of purpose and integrity. She stared as the wind breeze tugs on her kimono. She smiled as another woman approached her, she rests against the wooden railing.

She had short ebony hair. Her armor was eccentric, and reeked if bloody iron. Here eyes a steely lightning blue, able to pierce any veil upon desire. She stared at the ground beneath, samurai flank the gardens, protecting the royal family.

“Is it Battousai-kun now?”

“Yes, Senpai.”

“You understand what you’re getting yourself into. Correct?”

“Yes.”

“Battousai-kun, you may drop the formalities.”

“Ginchiyo-Sama, you know I cannot!”

“Senpai is fine for now.”

“Ginchiyo-Senpai… er, I don’t like that so much.”

“Either way, Adivinar is a land Muneshige knows. It’s best you take his advice.”

“I shall, Senpai.”

Ginchiyo turns about and begins to enter the palace once more. “Do your duty with honor and integrity. Let your first step be a show of Ransei pride. Now remember to pack your necessities.”

“Thank you.”

“Battousai-kun. Relax, you need not be a samurai now, your transport to Adivinar leaves with the diplomats, be weary. Many rich have also come along, I’m unsure of their intentions, but stay alert. They lack discipline.”

Battousai flinched with the explosion of fireworks. She turned around to see the dazzling sparkles of colors, shapes, and marvelment. The echos burst throughout the village.

“Perhaps I’ll keep training.” Turning her back to the lights.

“One last thing. Your father has brought you something.”

Battousai froze for a moment. Hesitantly she turned around, the explosions bringing a grimace to her face. It reminded her of smoke bombs used by ninjas, dishonorable assassins.