Samurai Legends RP

Kyoto, Japan. 1711. He walked slowly down the market street, arms in his kimono for warmth. It was Spring yet still a little too cold for his liking.
He is Sanjuro Tsubaki, Wandering Samurai, Ronin and Veteran of two wars. He walked with silent pride.

Niko sat at a saki stall, sipping from a small cup. this was always a bad time of year for him, it marked the eve of his fathers death. He looked down at the two katana that rested against the wall of the stall and could see the image of his father wielding them as he once had in battles past. The streets where busy, unusually so for the time of the year but it was a welcomed change to the lonely wilderness he was used to, many of the people carried a weapon of some sort, although not many of them could probably wield them expertly enough to cause much harm.

"I wonder what is going on?" He whispered to himself.

The female samurai known as Aki meandered outside in her geta, carelessly tossing a satchel of her hard-earned money between each hand. Her eyes were a glow with delight as she ran toward the nearest takoyaki stand and purchased from the vendor stationed.

"Thanks!" she bowed, stuffing a fried octopus ball in her mouth and walking away happily.

Simca finally reached Kyoto, She was looking for a samurai that can help help train. She walked around trying to see if she can find someone but got easily distracted when she met a stray. "Hello" Simca played with the puppy.

Sanjuro walked into the Takoyaki Stand and ordered a fried octopus. "Thank you" he said softly. He walked over to Simca and the stray and gave the dog his fried octopus while petting his head.
"Enjoy" He whispered with a small smile

Simca looked up. "Umm hello. Im Simca and you are?" She continued to pet the stray. "Maybe i'll keep you."

Sanjuro bowed his head. "Sanjuro Tsubaki. It is an honor." He noticed her sword. "Are you a Samurai?"

Mayu walked the streets happliy. " Look at all the great stufff going on. What to do first? " Walks past a guy sitting in the sake stall. She had a red Katana on her waist. She walked up to the guy. " Hi....." She sat down next to him. " Nice day huh?...." She asked him. " Excuse me....do you sell any other type of drink besides sake? Tea would be nice........" The vendor brings her a cup of tea. " Thank you very much." She sipped her tea.

"Yes i am but my skills arnt good. Are you a Samurai?" Simca stood up.

"Yes. I am a masterless Samurai. A simple Ronin." Sanjuro answered. "And I think your good enough. To have survived this long, anyway."

"Thank you, I know we just met but can you train me"

"...Well that was abit hasty...Heh....What the hell. Sure. But, I won't be easy on you. In fact, my training is rather tough" He gave her a warm smile

Simca hugged him but stopped when she realized what she was doing. She bowed "Thank you very much, i dont mind tough training"

Niko turned to the girl after she was seated.

"It is a wonderful day, i see you carry a sword, not very lady like." He sipped more of his sake, then brought his hands to his lap and closer to his own katana.

Sanjuro stood and smiled at Simca before turning around. I know a dojo where we can train. Bring the dog" His words were more serious, as was his face. "Follow me" He knew Aki-san had a dojo. Sanjuro hoped she remembered him.

"ok" Simca followed and so did the stray.

They walked for about ten minutes before he spoke again. "What are you going to name him? He asked, referring to the stray

"Im not sure yet, do you have any ideas?"

"hmmm" He looked at the dog and looked in front of him. "Ginkiba...Silver Fang."

"I like that." Simca looked at the dog. "Your name is now Ginkiba."

Mayu: " Really now...... Well, I have to protect myself......from those people. Anyway you don't have to worry about me hurting anymore unless I have too."

She sipped some more tea. Then stared at her tea looking at her face in her tea.

"I am not worried that you'll hurt someone my lady, but it does worry me that women are forced to carry weapons nowadays, in the place i am from such a thing would not happen."

Mayu: " Well.....if it wasn't for those what are they called? Those pay to kill someone people I wouldn't have to worry right now.

"I understand what you mean, there are many dangers in this part of the country, but do you know how to use that thing?" He half smiled, not trying to be rude to the girl, but not joking either.

After another ten minutes they got to the dojo. It was large and well kept. "Hello? Is anyone here?"

Simca looked around. "this place seems kinda dead."

"Dead as it can get...Well I guess no one is in now, so lets just sit down. And if you dont mind, I would like to hear your story. How you got here, why you want to me a Samurai....That kind of thing. You want any tea?" As he spoke hi put his Katana on the nearest wall.

Simca sat down holding her katana. "It happened a couple years ago. My father was in some kind of business. He never really talked about it to us. One day people broke in and killed him, my mom and little brother. I managed to get away. I wanted to be a samurai so i can protect myself and someday find the men that killed them." Simca started to cry "Im all alone now"

Sanjuro sighed, bent down and wiped the tears from her face. "A pretty woman like yourself should not cry so easy. Especially if you wish to become a warrior." He blushed lightly, for it had been years since he was this close to a woman. He stood up. "No how about that tea?"

"yes please" Simca looked down, she was a little embaressed that she cried

Sanjuro nodded, walked into the kitchen and made some Green Tea. He came back with a plate with two cups of tea ontop. He handed her one, got his one and sat down. "Alright...So what do you want to know about me?"

Simca took a sip of her tea."why did you become a Samurai, dont you get lonely some times?"

Sanjuro sighed. "I'm used to it. No one cares about a worthless Ronin who knows only how to fight. And I don't give a damn about them either" He took a sip of his tea, "My Mother died giving birth to me. My Father raised me. He was a Samurai and a proud warrior. He died in battle when I was 15. I picked up his sword and went on my way. I have fought in two wars since then."

Simca thought for a little Maybe if he would open his heart to anyone he would feel like no one cares about him. Simca finished her tea then looked at Sanjuro. "i need some freah air" Simca stood up then headed outside.

Sanjuro sighed again. He wasn't suprised by her reaction. Alot of people do it. He sipped more of his tea.

After a little Simca walked back inside. She sat next to Sanjuro then looked him in the eyes. "I care about you."

".....HUH?!" Now THAT was something he didn;t expect. "Well..Um..Thank you."

"Yea I know it sounds weird but your the only person that has even talked to me. Im sorry I shouldn't have said anything."

"No..No..It is just...No one has ever said that to me before. Thank you."

Simca smiled "Your welcome. Umm how did you end up in Kyoto?"

He smiled back. His smile was a rare one that he showed no one. "I walked. The last war left me in Edo (Tokyo). I wanted to wander for abit. I knew a few people here so I said 'What the Hell' and I walked here."

"Well Im glad we met. I actually came her by accident. I got lost which for some reason cant remember where i was going in the first place." Simca giggled "I guess you can say Im a space case"

Sanjuro chuckled. "Well it is a good thing we met, then. You well be an..interesting experiance for me. I never trained anyone before...And it has been ages since I've seen a woman so beautiful...If you dont mind me saying so, I mean!"

Simca blushed "I dont mind at all"

"..Right..." Sanjuro blushed as he drank his tea.

"Im going to get some more tea" As Simca was walking to the kitchen she tripped.

"Alright." He saiid as she walked away. He jumped up when he saw her trip. He moved swiftly and caught her in his arms. "Are yo alright, Simca?"

Simca blushed. "Yea im just fine. Thank you for catching me"

"Of course." He put her on her feet and let go, blushing

As soon as Sanjuro put her down she rushed to the kitchen. She dint want him to keep seeing her blush every ten seconds.