Scene 1: Promises are a dangerous thing, wouldn't you agree?
“ Unforgivable….absolutely unforgivable. You promised me….you said you would keep your promise, but I am the fool for believing you.”
Buried alive deep within the soil in her own grave, she strives to dig herself out, driven by madness ensued by her own betrayal. Perhaps by now, her fingernails have been forcibly torn off due to the continuous clawing of the earth as she climbed further.
Flashback
“Are you making a promise? That’s a dangerous thing to do in front of me, I hope you are aware of that…,”
“Oh, I am aware….well aware.”
Flashback end
Alas a tiny flicker of hope pierces through the darkness, blinding her right eye as she begins to adjust to the sunlight. Steam rises from the earth from which her grave was buried within, signs that her chakra was now active. Suddenly, in a swift motion, her hand lunges from out of the ground, engulfed in a stream of fire that shoots upward towards the sky. The torrent of flame soon creates a sufficient opening for her to climb out of. There she stood, a shadow of her former self, the shogun of the once mighty samurai returned from the dead.
Present day, the previous episode still haunts her dreams, so much that she can barely gain a full nights rest. She will be lucky to sleep consecutively for more than an hour before hearing a plea from one of her men that often sounded like,
“Lady Kagami! Are you alright!? You've been turning in your sleep again….”
Nothing could stop it no matter how many times she occupied her mind through training, or training her men, she couldn't shake the feeling of claustrophobia from her burial.
However, this feeling was also accompanied by a longing, a desire to pay back the torment she suffered and increase the sentiment tenfold. Believe it or not, it became an obsession, an unhealthy one at that, but Kagami was a stubborn one and would not let anyone prevent her from finding the person that swore a promise before her. Coincidentally enough the person responsible was a shinobi, not that it mattered whom the shinobi was or where they originated from. Nonetheless, the answer was clear to her, any and every shinobi were all one and the same, filthy backstabbing trash. Trash that should be properly disposed of.
In the Land of Iron, Location Unknown
[Kagami]
“I pity you, a stranger with no name, only a number defines you.”
[Second Voice]
“I was taught that names don’t mean anything. Not having a name is to break free from the system, the system of labels, titles, ranks. Without a name, the only concept is life. In life, you have two options, either live or die. I chose to live, even if it means cutting down everyone that stands in my way because people will do only one thing to you………get in your way! How else do you believe one is able to achieve their ambitions? ”
[Kagami]
“That’s a very straightforward way of seeing things, but I shouldn't expect any less from the man that runs a farming system of killers. Serve me well young one, swear to me by the sword that you will not falter, and you will achieve your ambition.”
Placing both swords in front of her on the floor as she remained seated in the seiza position, the stranger bows before the Shogun before stating, “you have my word Lady Kagami.”
Not moving an inch from her original position the shogun examines the eyes of the stranger before her, and with a firm nod she responds with, “your eyes, they are the same as mine. Forgive me for even thinking of pity…-,” she instinctively tried to call the stranger out by a name, but caught herself in embarrassment when she realized the stranger had no name.
“Although I've never been called by a name, I have always been referred to by a number,” the stranger replied.
“Oh? And what number may that be?” Asked the Shogun.
“Number 12,” the stranger responded. |