Mifune was leaning against the wall of the club. He had a cigarette lit in his mouth, menthol, the cool mint flavor leaving a bittersweet taste in his mouth. The rain came down upon and around him. His hair was soaked, but retained its shape thanks to the gel he wore, and his haori kept his tshirt dry. He watched the people passing him, they paid no attention, so few ever did. He gently let his right hand rest on the pommel of the katana he had leaning next to him. The wrappings were pristine white, the guard had a wolf embedded in jade, and the blade when drawn was a gleaming silver. All in all it was a beautiful sword.

He put the cigarette inbetween his lips, and picked up his sword. He then began to walk through the rain back to his apartment, he had school tomorrow but had decided to enjoy a night at the club regardless. He wasn't really old enough to be there, but the owner was an old friend of his so it was a regular hangout of his. As to why he carried a katana everywhere he went, well it was japan and he was part of the kendo club so it was a good self defense tool. He even had special permission to carry it at school thanks to his position as a senior member of the kendo club.

[i]"Damn probably shouldn't have stayed out so late, but then again I did have a good time. Well at least tomorrow school starts and....wait a minute im forgetting something, OH SHIT I forgot that kendo club tryouts are tomorrow as well and I have to try and get some new recruits. Oh well im sure it will be fine.[/I] 

As he walked into his apartment where he lived alone, he slung his haori over a sword stand that had various katana's stood up in it. He walked into his bedroom where the walls were lined with posters of martial artist and samurai. He leaned his katana against his bed as he layed down for sleep. As he closed his eyes he made sure that at least one hand remained on his katana's hilt as he fell asleep.