Masako paused, mind flashing back to the wolf’s gleaming golden eyes. Though they had whispered hidden threats of death and despair, the golden orbs also seemed to hold a certain amount of wisdom that could only be gained through seeing death firsthand. 


[color=indianred]”I don’t think the wolf will be back,”[/color] Masako said, backtracking when she realized how odd she sounded. [color=indianred]”I mean I don’t know, but I don’t think so. What are the odds of meeting the wolf again now that we’re so far off anyway?”[/color] she asked, looking at her surroundings. The bushes and trees seemed kind and honest in daylight, silently voicing their well-wishes. 


But, the girl couldn’t deny the sense in Akane’s words. [color=indianred]”I don’t know much about combat,”[/color] she started with a sigh. This she wouldn’t have to explain — it was common knowledge that while men honed the skills of sword and military, women honed their skills in softer acts such as memorizing the elaborate tea ceremonies or weaving delicate but beautiful tapestries. 


However, this was contradicted by the fact that Akane, a woman, was a full-fledged ronin. 


[color=indianred]”Akane, how did you become a ronin?”[/color] Masako asked. [color=indianred]”Not who your shogun or daimyo was, but just… How did you get over the prejudice? The barriers that prevent most women from picking up the sword?”[/color]

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