As Hinote stood underneath the warm water of the shower, it's small droplets melting down his body, he scrubbed trying to get the blood from the two boys he had killed, off his face. It took a while, but eventually he got it, cleaning the rest of his body and shutting the shower head, finding it disrespectful to waste water like the rest of the palace residents, who didn't bother to even consider. He dressed himself in a simple black robe, much like his uniform he wore to battle, only more lengthy, loose, and comfortable. He tied the red strap around his waist to ensure it did not fall or show anything it wasn't intended to. Bedding down, he blew out his candle, his katana that he had picked up on the way to his dorm in the training room, posted on his nightstand, and thought about today, the day to come. How was he going to lead an army tomorrow at dawn? How was he going to protect Saito from intruders if he needed to be trained? Why had Saito been so lenient with him? Why had Saito been flirting with him?
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Assassin
RomanceI am your warrior. Fighter. You may use me any way you please. But know I will not restrain my opinion or voice in your presence.
