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Even though she knew they were both right out side, it was a relief to see both Ishawari and Prince Hotaru safe and sound walking in the door. Even as she served out three bowls of fish and slightly charred rice, Jin could feel her heartbeat returning to it’s normal speed. There was some part of her that never relaxed. Even if she had put away her weapons, lost her royal gear to some merchants who could keep a secret, and even grown out her hair into a fine fluff of spiraling curls. Even with all this peace around her, every night she would train her body with exercises, trying to prepare for the day when trouble found them again.

Jin was mid-bite when Prince Hotaru asked his curious question. She chewed as long as possible, trying to look thoughtful about it. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to discuss it, but who could resist that adorable face?

“Very well.” She shot Ishawari a Look over Hotaru’s head, one that said ‘you owe me big’.

Setting down her bowl and chopsticks, Jin began. “My childhood home was… by the coast, by the waters that lead out of Majima. It’s called Susuka City. It was much larger than this, however. It was always so full of people, coming and going, giant boats, all sorts of foods and strange animals from overseas...” She grinned a bit at the memories.

“My parents met there. My mother was a local, and my father came from across the sea from a country called Orisha. If I remember right, he was just a traveler, looking to find adventure. Well, he met my mother, and that may have been just the adventure he was looking for. They fell in love and had me!” Her eyes went soft. “My mother was the most beautiful woman in the whole city. Smart, too. She worked as a healer for all the townspeople. Our home was always smelling of boiled plants and pungent concoctions.”

That was why Jin had chosen the work she had in Hanowa. She was working with the town’s healer, an old woman, Kana, who mostly sent Jin out to forage most of the day. She didn’t mind – it was good, busy work, and the plants reminded her of her mother. At the end of the day she walked Kana home, just the two of them against the sunset. She always had a story to tell, or some earful of gossip. Jin used the woman as a resource, feeling that if suspicious strangers showed up in Hanowa, she’d be among the first to know.

“She taught me some of her work, as well. I admit I have forgotten bits and pieces, but I know what plants are good to eat, which are poisonous, and which make good medicine. If we’re ever in need.” Jin twisted at her curls with a pinky, half smiling, lost in reminiscence.

“My father became a part of the city’s militia. He had a beautiful sword and was so strong, he could lift me with one arm. I wanted to learn the sword from him, but my mother didn’t think that was a good idea. I was always a little wild child, I think. Not very girlish. At any time, my parents would find me outside digging for mushrooms, or fishing, or down at the docks annoying my neighbors with curious questions. There was school at some point, and I didn’t quite enjoy that. I think sitting down too much did not agree with little me.”

Her eyes clouded over, as unbidden memories came wafting to the surface. Susuka, being by the sea, was always prone to heavy rainfall and thunderstorms. One night, a particularly harsh lightning storm hung over the area. Some of the buildings were struck, causing a fire to break out and spread rapidly despite the rain. Her father, as a member of the militia, went to help get people out of the burning buildings. Unfortunately, he never made it back home from that terrible night. One the buildings had collapsed, trapping him and several others. Her mother’s grief was absolute, and she never recovered from the loss. She too, was gone after a year, to sickness.

None of this she said out loud, as it wasn’t a story for children, but she was quiet for several seconds. Even now she had a deep dislike of thunderstorms, something that Ishawari had probably figured out but was too polite to say so.

“Ahem.” Jin cleared her throat of a sudden lump. “When I was older, I went into the royal military. There were fewer women, then, and no one who looked like me. I was kind of on the outskirts – but to those people I said f-” She blinked at the 8 year old, smiled weakly and continued. “Forget them! I trained and I trained, and when I was older I became part of your mother’s Bladed Ladies.” Eons ago, one Empress had made the decree that she was only to have female guards, There were some places that men could not accompany women. Plus, assassins from other lands would not think that women could be just as deadly and well trained as men.

“When you were born, my assignment was switched to guarding you. I met Ishawari then, and that’s about it, I think.” She grinned and picked up her bowl again. “Now you know.”
I am not a fan of the rugged beard. However my Jin muse is enjoying the hairstyle.
"You saw right through me, huh?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Very well. I was just trying to make sure you weren't bored or missing business." But if everything was going to be okay, then yes, Devika could use an extra day or two.

The food arrived shortly afterward, and they sat at the table with containers of noodles, peanut sauce and curry. "Mm... I think this is the best idea I've had yet. I hope you're liking yours." Devika seemed to be using the chopsticks with ease, chowing down with happiness. "So what is the plan for tomorrow? There's got to be something I can do to assist you while you're working."
I think I put mine in the wrong place.




Jin groaned softly as the scent of burnt rice hit her nose. Almost a month after the old man had brough them all to Hanowa and she still couldn’t get the cooking right. Oh well; the Prince (now named Han) was too polite to complain, and Ishawari (called Takumi) already needled her at least once a week about it. Someday she would learn to cook well, but today was not that day. Tomorrow wasn’t looking good either.

Hanowa was a small, non-descript village about an hour’s walk to the port. It was full of hardworking people, mostly fishers and market workers at the port. The cover story for the three of them was that young Han had lost his parents recently, and Jin (who’d taken the name Akemi) were his childless aunt and uncle. They had all recently moved here from a faraway village to start over. The best cover stories were made with some truth and some fiction in equal measure. The Prince was an orphan now, and Jin and Ishawari were close enough to him to play parental roles.

“Dinner’s ready!” She called out, loud enough to breach the walls of the small house they were in. She knew the Prince was outside playing. Ever since they came here, he’d worked hard at being a ‘normal’ boy. No longer did the neighboring children scoff at him for using big words or holding himself in a royal manner. Just the other day he’d come home splattered with mud from head to toe. Jin had been surprised and pleased to see him that way. Just a regular 8 year old.

Just a few more days living here and they’d have to be on their way to the Wilting Blossoms. The old man had been very clear about the timeframe, as they could possibly miss the ferryman if they were not there in time. Soon they would have to pack up and leave everything behind. Jin had to admit, she was going to miss it. It gave her a taste of another life that she would never have.

“I promise I didn’t burn everything this time!”
Hey, why not?
“Oh, Little Prince, where are you!?!”

Jin felt her stomach drop to her knees, as the assassin's cry echoed through the mountains around them. She heard the faintest whisper from inside the basket. Bless the Prince's little heart, he was trying to be so brave for everyone. She kept moving, her normal running speed split nearly in half as she made their way in the dark.

"Oh, Little Prince..."

Was it her imagination, or were the assassin's taunts getting closer? Jin started to hustle, stepping on a rather large rock at one point and feeling her balance waver. But she could see the widening path just ahead, and took her chances running for it. That turned out to be the right choice. Not sooner than she put one foot in the grass, did the masked female assassin simply walked over the side of the mountain, onto the path.

"...I hate magic users." Jin muttered, shifting her weight to slowly set the basket down. "You're all cheaters, making up for what you lack in training."

"Better a cheater than a traitor." The woman Asana hissed in a mocking tone.

"I'm sure you know plenty about both." Jin shot back, pulling her twin swords. Without any further ado, she struck forward, her body light and nimble without the weight of another person on her back. Sword and sai clashed in a ring of metal, as Jin was parried again and again.

"Hm. Not bad. It will be such a shame to kill you." Jin grinned fiercely, her eyes blazing with fury. In that simple pattern, she'd determined a few things. One - her opponent was left handed. Two - her opponent was just as tired as she was; perhaps the magic took something from her? And three - there was just the slightest hesitation in her right step. That meant an opening.

Jin started to pour on more speed, her strikes coming faster and with more rhythm. As soon as she felt the assassin falling into step again, she changed things up in a snap. She darted forward on the left side, feinting a hard swing. The assassin fell for it, thank the gods. Jin went to the right side with everything she had, forcing Asana to dodge on her right foot. The woman wobbled, and Jin took her chance. She shoulder-checked the other woman right in the stomach - a benefit to being shorter.

"No- no!" Asana tilted, and then started to tumble from the side. Jin could see the magical glow starting up, and knew she had to do something quick. So she simply and unceremoniously stabbed the woman in the foot.

A scream of pain burst from the woman's lips as the Jin yanked her blade free. Then she coolly watched as the woman fell down, and down, and down the mountain side. The screaming cut off abruptly in the dark.

"...whew..." Jin had not come out unscathed. She was covered in slashes and shallow stab wounds from the woman's sai. She really had been skilled. If only she'd been on the right side of things.

Jin jogged back to the basket and peered into it.

"Prince Hotaru, are you alright?"

"Yes, I think so." The boy's face was streaked with tears, and Jin realized he must have heard the whole thing, maybe even seen it. Jin sighed, and reached in to hold the boy's hand. His fingers were shaking. "I was so scared."

"Oh, it's alright to be scared. I was too. The thing is, you don't let the fear keep you from doing what's right." She offered a little smile to the Prince, who grinned vaguely in her direction.

"Now, where is our Ishawari?"
Uno mas
"Alright, ordered. It says 20 minutes." Devika cheerfully headed upstairs. She made sure the table was clear and clean. Roxy was definitely right, she was kind of an 'eat at the table' person. She settled there and gazed at Roxy over her glasses.

"I can tell you're feeling much better now, even without my power. I'm glad for that." She smiled a bit. "If that guy comes back, maybe I can deal with him next time. Tell him you're not home or something." Though that begged the question of where Roxy would be. Even after such a short amount of time, Devika could tell Roxy was a homebody type. Not one to go roaming the city on adventures. It suited Devika just fine, especially since she'd never be the adventuring type. Sadly, out of necessity rather than desire.

"Maybe tomorrow I'll be ready for people." She was pushing herself and she knew it. Maybe she'd be ready for one person or two, but that would likely exhaust her limits. Still, her senses worked rather like any other muscle. It needed to be pushed to get stronger, after her years in isolation.
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