SaphireTsuki
Aspiring Author
Mangetsu was just wandering around the forest. Her last employer had let her go when she had refused to take his assassination mission, she may be ninja but she refused to end the lives of younglings. Old, decrepit men, corrupt leaders, even the occasional greedy merchant she would kill. But not the young. Soft sounds were heard not far away, and she inched towards them cautiously, naked sword in hand. It wasn't the katana she had trained with originally, but as she lacked the money to return to her hometown and forge a new one she used what she held. It was still a good blade, held an edge well and balanced, but it would never be as comfortable as her native weapon. She slowly inched forward, steps near silent, middle-long hair giving streaks of blue to leaves and branches, flashing softly in the light. The sound of an inhabited cave, voices, the broken twig of a human unskilled in movement in the forest, this told her she was not alone. Still, she stood and waited, hidden by the thick foliage, looking on to see what was going on, and if she wanted to become involved.