<< Woman! Must you always bite me? It stings a bit, ya know... I'mmana make sure to get you when i see you. A nice. Big. POKE. xD >>
He walked towards the sun. Three day's, he'd remembered, the sun was at his back. It was his second day of walking, and he passes the sacred tree his father's ancestors had planted. It still bloomed it's black sakura petals. Someone of his linieage must have been alive... but then he laughed to himself. He was. He could be the only one.
An entire village could have been slaughtered, as he lay asleep. This did not strike him as honrable.
"I'd rather have died by my family, Kyo. Then I would be feasting with them. Drinking sake. Eating my fill of rice, and those little cherries that I loved to much."
"Cluck!"
"... No. I know I am alive now. But... I let them die."
"Cluck Cluck!"
"You wonder why I call you a chicken somtimes..."
-PECK!-
"GRr..I could cook you, you know..."
The bird settled down, and lifting it's head, flew from Katajii's shoulder. He know what this meant... either he was close to the boundry, or the stupid chicken was hungry. Shaking his head, the young man went back to thinking. His village was a small one, not the size of the capitols or the towns, but for a village, they contained a strength that was unmatched. The worst of his village were the Emporer's best guards. No one dare'd attack them. What exactly was this evil he was to face.
*Snap*
The faint sound jolted him back to his senses, his hand steathly moved to his blade, the wind stirring about him.
"I am Katajii Honooku, of the Village of the Mikatsu-yo. You have three seconds to show yourself and convince me you've-"
An arrow was shot, he spotted it streaking past a tree to his left. Katajii focused and drew his blade, the folded steel cutting the arrow in half as a trail of flames burst forth from the tip. Whatever it was that attacked leapt from the shadows, it's massive form seeming feet taller then himself. It's snakelike tongue licked it's lips as it bowed it's head and drew a blade of it's own. The two stood still for a moment, before a small flick of Katajii's wrist and a gentle leap brought him a foot behind the beast. The sticky sound of blood and intestines oozing forth made Katajii smile, as he tapped his blade to the ground and said a small prayer as the blood was burnt off.
"Flames of Heaven, rid these enemies from my path."
The air was once again silent, his sparring match was over. Katajii looked to the sun as it set, sheathed his sword, and continued on for the day.
'Soon, Father, I will make it back to pray to our family. Then, I shall cleanse the land of the evil that claimed your souls.'