The Ghost Neighbor
Nagushi Chiyoko"Seriously Chiyo?" groaned her younger self in the male version and less aggressive. Hiroji had always been enjoying her fights, and she knew this one was kind of feeble. Her opponent was not the best, slow and heavy. She had knocked him out with mere three steps.
"Yes, I am super serious," she chuckled and stroked his head. Six years parted them, which made him a 15-year-old teen with several problems she never had.
Due to her intensive training and traveling she never experienced close friends or school-problems. Unlike Hiroji. He was permitted to attend “the hell”—how he used to title it.
"Hiro, leave your sister for rest," a raspy voice laughed. Her father, a famous mercenary, observed from behind. Like always, no congratulations, nor any approval of what she accomplished. It would have surprised Chiyoko if the old man had…
The sun had fallen before she even began her battle in the tournament. However, the next opponent was Yama Tsubame. Chiyoko was, in fact, not even caught off guard that he made it. She witnessed his fights, every single one since he claimed a victory that marveled the crowd.
His technique was... extraordinary and effective, yet something she hadn't seen before. Admittingly, it was kind of fascinating to watch his matches. Despite herself, she did not admired him for his moves, she rather tried to figure out his steps, and prepare her own strategy for the upcoming fight.
The finals, it was as arousing as her first win. After all those weeks, she was finally able to finish the tournament off. And perhaps even entertain the Lord with some kind of fighting show. However, nothing could have stopped her anymore. She would’ve even fought with a broken arm.
"I will be off tonight. Don't wait for me," she informed them. Her brother responded with a sharp inhale and turned to their old man, “What for rest dad? She is off again and doesn’t even have friends.”
Chiyoko rose her brow. “Just because you are a fool and got yourself in trouble doesn’t mean your matured sister can’t enjoy herself,” she chimed amused. One week ago he was caught stealing, even though he had enough money to pay for it.
“Excuse me,” he gasped and pivoted on his heels, “You? Matured? Yeah, then I guess I am old and white already.”
Chiyoko narrowed her eyes at him. That brat!
“You little rat,” she said and brought her hands up, as her father cut in.
“Enough now children! You,” he gestured at the female, “Go and do what you think is the best and you,” it was Hiroji’s turn, “Will come with me without further discussion.”
“Rest well father,” Chiyoko bowed before drifting away from the arena.
People's eyes strangled her frame. She felt each pair, the feeling of threat was not failing her. Some wished she would waste a word towards them, some were horrified, and other's imagined her head rolling. Being the top theme in the most afternoon meetings of some, or after the fights in the tournaments, had grown to her likings. A female warrior who fought better than anyone, that was what she was.
However, this Tsubame surprised the crowd with his first victory, and it somehow annoyed her that some were convinced he could beat her. She would make sure to wrong them.
As she escaped through the cluster of gawking humans, her own attention caught the barely visible ponytail of blue hair. In the night it faded slightly, but not enough for her trained sight. Especially by a unclouded nightsky and a bit of moonlight.
For a month now they were a thorn in her eye. The blue-haired man who came out of the nothing and hadn't lost once in those lame games. Chiyoko grunted, just as an idea popped up in her mind. Why shouldn’t she make sure he knew that his victory-row ended tomorrow now and tonight?
With a sloppy structure of words and gestures, the female crept after him, observed his armor and any possible companions. As the rumors had it said- a loner. Such a fool, running around like that one day before he would fight against the best of the bests. Was he not afraid or at least a bit excited?
"Ah, Blueberry," she called out, relaxed her muscles. Don’t pick up a fight, Chiyoko warned herself, or else she would be disclaimed of the tournament for breaking one of the scanty rules.
His armor was just that peculiar looking Katana he fought constantly with.
"Why don’t you just drop out before your stroke of luck runs out?"