The nameless swordsman and the renowned warrior

MadPinacolada

The Ghost Neighbor
It had taken him quite a while, in fact. Chiyoko, in the meanwhile, walked up and down, her eyes dashing to whatever signalled a motion. Mostly it was a leaf and made her hiss at her own paranoia.

The more she turned, the more adrenaline rushed into her veins. In fact, Chiyoko could have pissed herself in the very moments. Though no one could have ever noticed. The first time… She did never realize it before. Her steps halted. The war… and this was her very first mission. This right here was the nerve wrecking mess she was signed up to. It wasn’t even the battlefield yet…
Groaning under her breath, Chiyoko slightly relaxed. Tried to. May the world go under in chaos, but the camp may not survive if anyone dared to return.
… What a joke.
She never murdered anyone, and because of a damned map she wouldn’t start stain her sword with blood.

The tent rustled. All she saw screamed at her “unorganized”. Her finger tickled for a short moment to clean all that mess. Though it reminded her on how the house looked if her brother had one of his delightful ideas.
"I found the map... Now, let's get out of-"

“Hm? Took you long eno-”

Her brows risen. Tsubame halted mid-sentence, his body tensed. The muscles flicked to his sword and she was about to call him out as she felt it. The predatorous, somewhat lousy stare. Someone had stayed to protect the camp?? Well, what a lazy squad then! Tsubame and Chiyoko had stood here for quite a time now. Drunken bastards.

And as they closed in, her sword was drawn. As well as the male had done the same. Yet… they attacked him first, and each had gone down with a soft thud. Grunting, Chiyoko straightened her back.
And yet his posture said this wasn’t the end yet. She was aware of her surroundings, indeed. And suddenly, Blueberry was nothing but dust. Before she even settled her sight to the messenger and his bird, her heart throbbed.

He had send it off to fly— They were so doomed and chosen for the damne…

For a moment, the world halted. Not because the bird flew away, it was because of this insane inhuman being. He pulled out his technique once again. The sword swung as light as a stick, but with the power of ten men.
Both, her and the man, gasped. Chiyoko felt herself tripping over the air as she stumbled backwards. Her eyes almost fell out of their sockets! This was— incredible. Nothing that could have come from earth! But it did… It did and he was the living confirmation of it.
In million of swings in one motion, he had cut down the bird in the middle of his flight, and knocked out the man. However, the bird was accurately cut in two halves.

“H-how...,” she tried to grasp the air in her lungs and squeeze it.
Her hand grabbed a piece of her tunic, and held it like it meant her life. She felt her heart beating out of her chest. An incredible move, something she still couldn’t encounter, and she hadn’t seen it at it’s fullest potential yet…

Once again, he approached her. As if he had never pulled such trick.
"Phew, that was close... Alright, they're all down...”


“Yes! And you didn’t even let me try them,” she winced amused. In some circumstances she would have felt glad not to fight. Her wrist was not intended to get better soon. She hadn’t minded it though.

“I found the map and I managed to kill the messenger bird just in time, and the other soldiers are unconscious... Fortunately they were drunk, so I doubt they'll remember our appearances. Still though... We should get out of here. Let us go."

She nodded her agreement. “You fought well, Blueberry,” Chiyoko chimed as she rushed after him. He had given their shinobi a sign, before their steps slowed until they hid once again. Huffing, the female leaned her head in her neck.

“What now? Locate the General and how to end him? I,” she raised a sloppy hand,
“am convinced I can drug him enough.”
 

Hylius

Dragons are just bigger swallows.
"What now? Locate the General and how to end him? I am convinced I can drug him enough."

"Oh? And how would you do that without being spotted by any other guards? The moment someone spots you we're screwed. Though I must commend you for at least giving an idea at all. I don't have any."


"...Hmm..."
Tsubame thought about what to do. But first, he inspected the map a little bit first, to see where the other camps were, specifically the main camp. "...I think we might be at this camp here... Which means the other camps are still pretty far away. I think this is the main one, but... It'll take at least six hours to get there on foot, and, well..." He looked at the sky... The sun was setting. They have been traveling for many hours without any success. Though he probably could keep going, it was important that they rested well. They still needed to eat, too.

"Let's look for a place where we can rest up for a while, okay?" He got up, then took initiative once again and left to look for a place to rest.

They travelled for about half an hour, until they discovered a small lake. "I suppose it's best that we rest here, considering there is water... Maybe if we're lucky there's fish in the lake, too. I'll try to catch some in a few moments. First I'll start a campfire."

Fortunately, living as a hermit has allowed him to take independent action to survive. Though he was not necessarily an expert at it, he at least knew the basics of survival, which allowed his stay at the mountain.
It did not take him too long to start a campfire, which kept them cozy and warm. "Alright, this will do... If anyone asks where I got this flint and steel from, just say that I brought them with me and totally did NOT steal them while looking for the map..." He winked. "I was lucky to find them there... At least that means we can have food if there are any fish in this lake."

"Speaking about fish... Time to catch some."
He stood up and walked towards the lake... Then he removed his kimono, leaving him with only his underwear. Tsubame did not care how much Chiyoko could see of his body. It's not like he had anything interesting about it to show. Then he walked in the lake, to the point that he could still stand on the ground, taking his sword with him. "I guess a spear or a fishing rod would make things a lot easier for this..." He stabbed right through one of the fishes, then threw it on land. They didn't have a bucket to put the fish in, so this would have to do.

After a while he had killed a few fish, and so returned back to land. He put his kimono back on, cleaned the fish from dirt and then pierced through them with a few twigs he found, so that he could roast them above the fire. "It's not much, but at least it's something. I hope it's tasty."
 

MadPinacolada

The Ghost Neighbor
"Oh? And how would you do that without being spotted by any other guards? The moment someone spots you we're screwed. Though I must commend you for at least giving an idea at all. I don't have any."

"At least an idea," she sighed and leaned her head in her neck. This was tiresome. How were two machines suppose to murder someone when they were out of flesh and bones and feelings? Grief, horrors... Chiyoko doubted she could sleep tight with blood stained on her hands.

He then pointed at a few camps on the map. "...I think we might be at this camp here... Which means the other camps are still pretty far away. I think this is the main one, but... It'll take at least six hours to get there on foot, and, well..."
Six hours?? Her jaws gaped at such a foolish amount of time. By horse, yes, indeed. However, they would go on foot! Anywho, enough time to figure a way to murder a man they have never met. A man who shouldered a great number of lives, probably. Perhaps even a man with wicked stories and legends. Perhaps a man with a family, a house, and a normal life.

He gazed at the sky. The sunset smeared the clouds and blue in a reddish, orange tune. A few stripes of violet sickered through. Winds shook the crowns of green and woke the forest up. Sooner or later Tsubame and she had to rest. Her limps wouldn't take her any farther, they were most likely to break. Chiyoko would have never admitted that, though. She was never trained for tenacity. Her fighting style consisted of fast blows and outs. No fight had gone over ten minutes... except the combat with the man before her. The female guessed her adrenaline back then had taken over, pushed her ahead of her borders and limits.

"It's getting dark," she mentioned the obvious. Wow Chiyo, what an interesting realization.

"Let's look for a place where we can rest up for a while, okay?"

Raising to her feet, she smoothed her tunic as well while she mumbled, "We better do so, Blueberry. Except you want to travel with the wolves and foxes and deers at night." Not boars, Chiyoko disliked them at all costs. They were... strange companions of nature. Perhaps delicious, but lethal and unpredictable.
She fell into a step beside him. They had walked in a soothe muteness. It had her somehow relaxing, unnerving her thoughts, and just focusing that no boar jumped out of the bushes. Until they had reached a lake. It was almost round like a circle she had seen in her brothers notes when he was back from school. Though, it was more oval than round. It reflected the deep red sky, with every cloud and every silhouette of pairings of birds.
Tsubame explained to her that they needed a campfire, as well as something eatable. "I am starving, now that you mention it," Chiyoko muffled through her teeth. Fish sounded good, pretty good actually. Ah, it must have been of regularity for him. Survival in the wild. How could... Chiyoko could never live for more than two months without civilization. How must it have been for him, though? For him living alone for half his life. It felt weird, to be honest. She would eat without her utensils. Without her creating the favorite trimmings of her brother or adding some extras to the fish.

It hadn't taken him long to flare a campfire. For a moment, the fear of someone discovering them thanks to the campfire boiled in her mind. Even if, they could take them down. And perhaps she could send a shinobi for watching over the tiny space they penetrated and claimed for the night.
The fire, beside her worries, kept her numbed body warm as she seated beside it. Though, she wondered where he had gotten the flint and steel from...
As if Tsubame read her mind, he winked at her. "If anyone asks where I got this flint and steel from, just say that I brought them with me and totally did NOT steal them while looking for the map... I was lucky to find them there... At least that means we can have food if there are any fish in this lake."

It had her chuckling. "Oh? Nowadays leading a side career as a master thief as well, dear Bluehead?"
Chiyoko shook her head in theatrical disbelief. "Did never expect you to sink that low." She glanced at the trees that circled the lake. "You could share some with me though," she added with a laugh. Honestly, it was like a twisted hero in disguise. Take from the rich, and keep it. Who had to tell her to share it? Others could as well just go and steal... Some got caught, some not.

He got up to his feet, and simply went fishing. Her eyes traveled within his pace. She learned the basics, like berries, mushrooms, and some herbage. Never ever thought her father her the hunting-basics. It had been too much for him to offer her the swordslessons already.
She gritted her teeth as the- Fuck.

"What the bloody hell..."

He-he had just stripped down to his underwear and- and she laid her eyes exactly on him. Truth to be told: never ever had she seen a man half-naked, never ever had she thought about that, anyway!
Chiyoko felt the blood dashing to her face and ears. Soon she faced the bristling fire again. That was how she looked, probably. A wildfire. A messed up wildfire.
Well, for her to judge, mister I-don't-care-about-your-innocense-eyes was built pretty good. In comparasation with her father's round belly...No. No, she could not~ She would never think about a male that way. Judging by looks were out of her league, anyway. And thinking about her miserable love life... not yet. She wasn't ready to face the incident years ago.

...
...
Fine. She was no kid anymore...

Her sight fell back to mister I-can-strip-when-the-fuck-I-want. Tsubame's muscles popped and stretched. Like a musical and theatre of tiny actors. Each fulfilled their part in some kind of stunning motions. When she thought about it... Her body had not looked different. Well, of course, it did! Slimmer, more neatly. Like a fine art. She had muscles, too. Sowrdsfighters always had, she suggested. However, Swordsfighters who live on their own were apparently on a completely other level!
She cleared her throat and jerked her chin to the campfire once again. "Mhm, nope, absolutely not impressed," she told herself. Chiyoko would never look at males that way. No way. In fact, she would never look at anyone that way. Why should she? She had her brother! And... her fights! And... and... and her swords! What else would she need but those things?

At some point, he had even returned. Of course, back in his clothes. She still saw him without it anyway. He stuck them on a few sticks and roasted it. While mister Let's-pretend-that-didn't-just-happen sat there in all his nerve-wracking calmness, she bit her lip before scoffing, "Whenever you think to catch yourself a cold again, warn me so I can stab my eyes beforehand."

She growled, "See, other girls don't take half-naked men that well! You can't just take almost everything off."
Chiyoko cleared her throat once again. "Not that I could complain but-"

Ah yes. "I-i will eat now!" Grabbing a half-done fish she bit into it. Her cheeks grew hotter than the last summer... Now was the perfect time of stabbing her for real. Now or never. She wouldn't even fight against it. The earth could open and drag her down, she would thank it for such kindness.
 

Hylius

Dragons are just bigger swallows.
"We'd better do so, Blueberry. Except if you want to travel with the wolves and foxes and deer at night."

"Wolves, foxes and deer?" Tsubame laughed a little at her remark. "Of all animals you could pick, you pick those? Really, wolves will only attack you if they're in a pack and you're in their territory, if you're not then they won't do a thing. Foxes are actually very scared of humans, they won't dare to attack them. And deer... Well, same as foxes, really. They think that we humans want to make them our dinner, after all. Now, bears, on the other hand..." Even Tsubame was shivering a little when he mentioned the bears. "Hoo boy, you do not want to meet a wild bear. I made the mistake of trying to challenge a bear to a fight in my first year of living on the mountains... Trust me, the few upcoming years I had a serious fear for bears. I'm lucky to still be alive. Now I can kind of take them on, but I'd still rather avoid them."

"Oh? Nowadays leading a side career as a master thief as well, dear Bluehead? Never expected you to sink that low."

"What, abandoning the berry part now, strawberry?" He chuckled a little. "As for the master thief part... Say, if you happened to be in an enemy camp and you saw things that would higher your chances of survival, would you steal those things? I know I certainly would. Else this fire would have been created with a lot more struggle..." He sat down next to the fire, to get warm again as the water was rather cold.

"Oh, speaking of things I stole..." He went with his hand back inside one of his pockets, grabbing the bandage that he stole from the camp as well. "It's not a whole lot, but at least it's something. I hope it'll make your injuries at least slightly better. Honestly, I don't know what they were thinking, leaving bandage inside of a random tent instead of the infirmary..." He then tossed the bandage towards her, careful with his toss so that it wouldn't fall right into the bonfire and the effort of stealing it was for nothing.

The girl obviously was in distress, and he had a feeling he knew why that was the case. And when he returned to land, his suspicions indeed were confirmed when she talked about it: she was embarrassed to see his half-naked body. "See, other girls don't take half-naked men that well! You can't just take almost everything off. Not that I could complain, but-"

"
Oh my! I would not imagine that you were interested in my body that way, but here we are all embarrased, Chiyoko-chan. I feel honored~" He grabbed one of the skewered fishes and held it above the fire like a marshmallow. "I guess in the end you are a lady too, huh? I would imagine you as the type that is too busy tending to the sword to pay attention to the opposite sex, but here we are... Heehee, I guess I underestimated your womanhood. Well, if you ever want a peek again... Don't be afraid to ask, milady. Actually, in fact..."

Tsubame decided to tease her even more. He stopped roasting the fish and put the twig back into the ground, and then he gently pushed the right upper side of his kimono from his body, revealing the right half of his torso. "Phew, sitting next to a fire with my kimono on in the summer night is quite... hot. Don't mind me, I'm just making sure I won't get a heat stroke... But you won't complain, right?" Now that Tsubame was closer to Chiyoko, she could see his torso with a little more detail. His body was, despite being muscular, rather slim. He probably trained in a way that he had power, but still could maintain his speed, as too much muscle would make his attacks heavier and thus slower. His muscles were firm, yet tender. Honestly, on closer inspection... Though Chiyoko probably had seen it already, Tsubame was a really handsome young man. His face was almost perfectly symmetrical, with his eyes being a beautiful natural purple. Even the small details of his face, such as his eyebrows, wimpers and his mouth, gave off an aura of elegance, something that also was reflected in his fighting style. And that smile of his... It amplified said elegance even more.

"Oh, by the way, that fish is not fully roasted. You should probably roast it a little more." He grabbed his fish again and continued roasting it. A few moments later he was done, and he started eating the fish, removing its bones first. "Hmm... Considering the fact that there's no seasoning on it, it's quite delicious. I hope you like it too."
 

MadPinacolada

The Ghost Neighbor
"What, abandoning the berry part now, strawberry?"

Her brow rose. He had actually noted the slight difference in his nickname. Strawberry … was it because of her fabrics she wore? Probably.
It almost made her laugh. Almost.

"Oh, speaking of things I stole..."
He tossed her a bandage. With a slight surprise she grasped it. No one had ever offered her bandages beside her brother. No one had dared to, Chiyoko knew, because of her life maker himself. She was certain he had cut down any medic that tried to help her. Perhaps it could’ve prevented scars and the slight limp she had. It was barely visible, she kept a steady pace too. Ah yes, her father… She should slice his hands off once in a while, too.

“Thank you,” she mumbled and tucked them away. Later, when no eyes could judge her, she would struggle and fight with the bandage until it was around her wrist.

As he told her his story about the bear, she felt a tingle in her hand to simply slap him. How could anyone, anyone, walk up to a bear and try to fight it? And survive. By her brother’s name, how often was this man knocking on death’s doors already?

"Oh my! I would not imagine that you were interested in my body that way, but here we are all embarrased, Chiyoko-chan. I feel honored~"

That tingle just intensified together with the already flowing adrenaline. Chiyoko needed to strangle him
once in a while.
“Don’t feel honored you dumb blueberry,” she hissed before biting the fish once again. It tasted… rough. Which demonstrated the need of heat but oh well, she could ignore that.

"I guess in the end you are a lady too, huh? I would imagine you as the type that is too busy tending to the sword to pay attention to the opposite sex, but here we are.”

Her lips tightened to a thin line. In fact, somedays, she enjoyed to be a woman— a simple girl that sought love, joy and protection. However, she just wasn’t that girl. Her swords were her wall, her rivers and her hands.
And yet… Yes, she regretted it too much to ever have fallen in fucking love. Those feelings wrapped her in weakness, in weeks and months of dull and painful moments. A fragile weeping woman, that was who she was years ago. Because of what? A damned boy, exactly.

“Heehee, I guess I underestimated your womanhood. Well, if you ever want a peek again... Don't be afraid to ask, milady. Actually, in fact..."

Chiyoko scoffed. “What now? You gonna tell me how unladylike I am and-“
Her words got stuck in her throat as he- yeah. nonononono.

“Get that kimono right back on your shoulder or I will shove you into the- the forest?!”

She felt the heat rushing to her face and ears. Of course! Tsubame sat closer to her and in the perfect lighting. It let his torso shine and sparkle in a sundown-like illumination. It— Oh gods! She had to stop gawking like that.

"Phew, sitting next to a fire with my kimono on in the summer night is quite... hot. Don't mind me, I'm just making sure I won't get a heat stroke.”

‘Don’t mind me?’ MY ASS!

Chiyoko twitched her head away and held her hand before her eyes. Nope. Nopedy. Nope. Noooo. She was not prepared for such sudden change of situation! Where had that ‘Oh, I stole some bandages’ nice blueberry gone to? When had he decided to have the audacity to shove his kimono off his shoulder??

“But you won't complain, right?"

“And you won’t complain if I toss you into the fire when you do not pull up that fucking kimono again, will you,” Chiyoko rasped and pointed at the campfire with her free hand.
Fire! That was what she intended to say! Hah…
Having Tsubame stripped off his clothes in a good distance was somewhat acceptable! But so close up? The view was magnificent, indeed… Who would have judged her anyway? Every woman and man would’ve fought to be in her shoes in those very moments.

The companions— they were not alone— people saw her flustered over an exposed shoulder.
No. Nope. Not gonna happen.
She turned her head back to him and struggled to keep her eyes upon his sight. When she didn’t see it, her mind couldn’t picture the detailed picture of the rest. Her oh so tricky mind…

“I will gut your eyes out,” she growled and slipped back in her old shelf, “And if I am done with it I will slid your nose open.”

Somehow… those words felt too bad. She felt actual grief over what she just spat out. Especially if those stunning eyes held her stare—

Grunting, she turned back to her fish. “Forget it!”
I can’t do it.

"Oh, by the way, that fish is not fully roasted. You should probably roast it a little more."

She knew that too! Well, she could taste it.
“Believe it or not, Blueberry, beside my swords I actually enjoy cooking,” Chiyoko offered, poked the fish over the flame again, “And one day I will simply blast away your mind with my perfect cooking skills.”

She may had not been the best of the bests, but she was gradually being close to them. Confidence was all it took, too.
He began to eat then.

"Hmm... Considering the fact that there's no seasoning on it, it's quite delicious. I hope you like it too."

“I never had fish right from the lake,” she chimed amused and held the fine and equally roasted fosh before her face, “It’s the best I have ever eaten.”

Yet, before she ate it, Chiyoko called out, “For Lord Raijin,” and one of their companions appeared only a few heartbeats later.
With the same coldness as always, she glanced at the figure.

“How many have you taken down?”
“A few. Not all, some slipped away.”

She growled underneath her breath. Wasted deaths. People who died drunk and for a little act of thieves. A shame, to be honest.

“I want you to scout the area,” Chiyoko ordered,
“Every single spot in our radius. I hate surprise guests.”
 
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