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If you're not an expert then you're no good. I had little choice but to allow this boy to stand by my side. I knew not of what numbers those fiends would bring and I did not want to risk the chance of being over run. Besides the boy did well enough previously. Morei clan eh? I could not say that I had heard of him. But I'm sure the boy wouldn't have heard of my family either.

"I am Masahiro of the Yuy family. And this..."

I grabbed my saya and drew my katana from it, holding the blade out right properly. The boy had held his swords backwards in the previous fight which meant one of two things. Either he was an idiot and didn't know how to hold a sword, or he was suicidal and was trying not to kill his enemy. Judging from his outbreak earlier it was the latter, but at this point I couldn't rule out the former either.

"Is how you hold a sword properly."

When I was younger, Ryoji would tell me stories of his training back home. A dojo that he and my father had trained under when they were younger. A bamboo field served as the training grounds where Ryoji and my father honed their Battojutsu skills. This dojo was the homeland of the Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu and as one of the only living practitioners, I had come to make a pilgrimage to it. To my surprise, I found a man... repairing the broken dojo?

"You there! What do you think you're doing here?"

Since he was a child? Heh... he sounded younger than that Haji kid. None the less... it was nice to meet another child soldier, one trained in the art of war before even learning to shave. I hoped for this warrior's sake that he did not have to suffer the same atrocities that I had that drove me to take up the sword.

"Indeed I am. Forgive me for being short with you. I am Masahiro of the Yuy family. As you can see, I myself am ronin, and I gather that if you had a daimyo you would not be wasting your efforts crafting your own munitions."

I had trained with bows slightly. I could aim and shoot, but was not very good in all truth. An immobile target within twenty feet I could strike down with an arrow. But anything more than that, especially moving was outside of my talent. I could not even begin to fathom the effort it must have taken her to be crafting her own arrows, having to be perfectly cylindrical to guide themselves to the target. Not only that but the proper thickness of the arrow for the most distance and strength. It was beyond me.

"In truth, I've recently returned to the homeland from an expedition out west. I am in search of allies, and an archer, especially one with enough talent to make their own arrows, would be one that is indispensable."

Yeahhh same >___>

It's okay bb they just don't understand us.

Pictures a bit old but I haven't really changed. Hair's a bit shorter now though.

"Compassion's for the weak and the dead."

I continued to clean. Picking up a broom and a pan, I swept together the broken items that were on the floor. Bringing my right hand up to my forehead, I wiped away the sweat. Cleaning was harder work than fighting. Before I knew it, a short pudgy man came out from the back door. And he didn't look too happy.

"YOU! YOU TWO! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'VE DONE?!"

I sighed and leaned on the broom as I looked over to the man. I guess letting those guys go was a bad idea... They're probably going to regroup and attack this place to get revenge. I started this mess... that meant I had to end it. But this guy was pissing me off...

"Heh... I guess we really screwed you."

"H-HOW CAN YOU TALK SO CASUALLY ABOUT THIS?! THOSE MEN WILL COME BACK WITH TORCHES! YOU IDIOTS SHOULD HAVE LEFT WELL ENOUGH ALONE!"

I glared at the man. Left well enough alone? So the kid should have let that girl be harassed? Where's the honor in that?

"We saved your employees. And we'll stay here to see it through to the end. But if you don't mind your tone, my comrade here and I will walk away without a second that."

I was without allies in this country. If I was to succeed in getting revenge for my family, I would need some comrades in arms. Unluckily for me... the only person I knew in this country was that self-righteous Haji kid. That wouldn't work out very well for me. A samurai who was afraid to kill... it was pathetic. 

It just so happened that as I was walking I happened upon someone making arrows. I detested ranged weapons, which meant I refused to use them. That didn't mean the people that would work for me shouldn't use them. I approached what appeared like a man, rather a young boy, wearing a kimono far too big for him. I came to a stop just before this person.

"You there. Do you simply make these arrows or do you shoot them as well?"

Apparently his scenes in the next Hunger Games were already shot so you should be able to see him in there.

I'd be done with a thread if you want.

"What are you a priest?"

The man who had instigated all of this tried to run away but I caught him by the back of his shirt. I threw an icy glare at the other men who were with him that tried to run away. They froze in their tracks. I threw the man on top of one of the dead bodies.

"Take your filth before you leave."

Reaching into one of the pouches on my belt I pulled out a cloth, one could tell it already had blood stains on it. I used the cloth to wipe down the blade of my katana as I walked over to where I threw my sheathe. Picking it up I fixed my sheath onto my belt and launched my hidden dagger, wiping the blood off of it as well.

"I killed them to send a message. Scum like that won't understand unless their lives depend on it."

"Well then don't blame me when you get yourself killed."

Picking up my right foot, I smashed it into another man's chest. My right hand reached down at my hip to grab my sword... but shit... I left it by the counter. One of the men tried slamming a sword down at me. I thrusted my left hand out, extending the hidden blade out, blocking the man's slash. I kicked him in the stomach pushing him back, allowing him to trip over a stool and hitting the ground. I ran up quickly, stabbing the blade into his neck. Killing the man.

Another man rushed me, attempting to stab my chest. I pivoted on my foot going around the man, and slashed the back of his neck, killing him as well. Three men ran at me and the kid now. I couldn't fight them all with the hidden blade. I needed my katana. I grabbed the kid by the back of his shirt and launched him at the three men. Immediately after doing that, I ran for my katana and unsheathed it.

"You holding up okay there kid?"