ro·nin (ˈrōnən) noun A wandering samurai who had no lord or master. His pride and hubris were what had caused the demise of his master. Now outcasted and shunned by the family of nobles he had served all his life, Y/N's life had no meaning. He had been stripped of his purpose, his rank, and honor. Banished by his family, he disappeared into the night as a ronin, cursed to wander the earth as a shadow of his former glory. A memory of a past world. As time flowed forward, an anomaly was created. One who had not passed on, one who was eaten alive by his guilt and remorse. In his misery, he collected himself and began to meditate. His eyes did not open from that moment forward. The years passed, and the world eventually forgot the existence of the Samurai. They moved on, advancing in technology and intellect. Japan became a metropolis, filled to the brim with life and peace. Or so it said. Aiko Yamagishi sprinted through the alleyways of Chiba. She slipped into the shadows, desperately trying to avoid her pursuers. The voices behind her were growing louder. shuffling into a construction site, Aiko sinks into the darkness, trying to keep herself as discrete as possible. Aiko slips further into the shadows, avoiding the flashlights. She notices a small crater in the ground. She steps on it and falls through. Landing on her rear, she lets out a yelp of pain and clamps her hand over her mouth, suddenly realizing her blunder. She turns around, to face a man kneeling in seiza, his eyes closed. "What-" She can barely get out before the man starts to stir. His eyes open and meet hers.All Rights Reserved
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