Chapter 21 - Katana


    I took a different carriage because I had no mood to listen to Ariana in the way back to the mansion


    neither did, I want to hear her cry andin.


    Finally, I reached the doors of Diana''s room. I swung it open and waltzed in but stopped when I saw


    Lilly and Ste in the corner of my eyes jolting up all of a sudden.


    "Mydy your back" Ste said with an awkward smile on her face so did Lilly. They looked really fishy


    staring at me like that.


    Suddenly my eyes came upon a long wooden crate in the middle of the room, lying in between Lily and


    Ste.


    Pointing to the crate I said "What is that doing in Dian- My room" I nearly blurted out my cover. ''****''.


    "Madam your dresses have arrived" Lilly answered. ''They arrived? So quickly. I gave them to the end of


    the week toplete and deliver them to me. Oh well the sooner the better''


    "You may leave" I waved them away after all I have weapons in that crate that I can''t let them to see.


    They gave each other looks before bowing their heads and walking out the door.


    Once I heard the door click closed, I hanged around where I stood listening to their fading footsteps.


    When I finally heard them disappear, I made my way to the crate. The crate where Lilly and Ste


    nearly snooped at, poking their noses where it shouldn''t belong.


    I trailed my fingers on the smooth texture of the wooden nks. It looked sturdy for a wooden crate and


    the symbol of a white Lily was painted on top of the lid.


    My things have finally arrived, and it seems like tonight I will be departing. I lifted the lid up and the first


    thing I saw was my kimono folded perfectly then to have my weapon pouch on top of it.


    I rummaged through looking for my other supplies. There I spotted two other wooden crates one was


    really long, and the other was a small one. I picked up the small crate that had horses with two swords


    ovepping each other painted on top of it.


    ''Could this be the symbol of the cksmith?''


    I lifted the lid up to and my eyes widened in astonishment, 15 kunai knives facing towards me, polished


    and shiny. I thought I would never see a kunai knife again.


    Picking one up from the hoop and twirl it around my fingers, I admired how he made it the way I drew it,


    the leaf shaped de, the leather bandages around the handle the loop to slip my finger in, the sharp


    point of the kunai to stab my victims and its sharp edges to slice. I gently ced my finger on the


    edges, but I winced back when the de cut the tip of my finger.


    "Sharp. I like it" I licked the oozing blood of the little wound, tasting the iron liquid of mines.


    I put the kunai back and picked up a ninja star. I let the light star shaped metal bnce on my index


    finger impressed with how the ck smith created every detail of the ninja star I described on the


    paper. The sharpness of every edge of the de polished and ready to slice.


    cing the star back in the crate and leaving the wooden crate on the table, I lifted the other crates lid


    open and my eyes widened in astonishment and excitement. There in the crate was the ck Katana


    and a ck Tanto.


    I picked up the Katana, it was heavy in hand ''God Diana, you''re so fragile Diana!''. I need to practice


    wielding the sword and get her body used to the heavy de.


    I traced my fingers on the ck shiny saya of the sword. Loving the smooth wood of the scabbarb. I


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    examined the sword in my hand, the Tsuba metal was carved to look like a Japanese dragon circling


    around the handle, the tsukamaki was also ck with the menuki being a dark teal hue. Unable to


    contain the excitement in, I unsheathed the katana hearing the shing of the metal Tsuba.


    The metal de was shiny with the markings of a dragon on it.


    I rose up, swung my katana over my hand then to point at the mirror in front of me. I examined myself


    in the mirror as the thought of my old self standing exactly how I was on the first day of receiving my


    katana from my sensei.


    ''A warrior needs the sword for self-perfection There is no weapon more aplished than the Katana.


    This is felt immediately. He who even once held a katana in his hands would see the difference at


    once, when taking a crusader''s sword or abat saber, both would seem crude and clumsy''.


    His words are always engraved in my memory. ''Thank you, Hiroshi sensei, for everything you have


    taught me''.


    I sheathed the katana and let my weak trembling hands fall to rest. I stared at myself in the mirror,


    those cold icy blue eyes staring at the pitiful soul dwelling inside a body that does not belong to it.


    I clenched my fist and puffed my chest up.


    ''Tonight, is the night I will leave this horrible mansion. Tonight, is the night where I found my way home.


    Brother I''ming''