"I still can't believe we met the Shogun!" Kaori laughed, eying the guards to the entrance. They looked more organized. They were in armor and had top-quality weaponry, but that just made Kaori think they would be slower on their feet. She swept the katana at one of them, and unlike the rabble they had faced until now, he flawlessly blocked it with his naginata. In fact, he pulled out a wakizashi and drove it at her chest! The blade slipped into her shoulder as she tried to dodge it from making contact with her heart. Then with her free arm which still held the kunai, she stabbed up into the guard's neck where he hadn't any armor to save him. The guard was tossed aside, and assuming Yomi was already finished on his side, Kaori went on inside apparently not giving a damn about her blood-gushing shoulder.

This is how the young vigilante had always made her way in life; it was the talent she was praised for. She fought and killed, it was all she knew.

"Almost there..." She repeated.