
Destiny Reset
In 1864, a personal vendetta led to a rebellion
a massive palace that killed many soldiers including two people
it was common, and it was all caused by the famous young samurai of the time.
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The heavy sound of swords clashing against each other, producing a loud sound signifying a fierce fight unfolding.
The fight is balanced because one of the samurai at the bottom is still holding his sword so as not to waver, in contrast to the opponent of the samurai who is trying to destroy the defense of the person in front of him.
Once again the screeching sound of the sword restrained, the impact of the sword above him tried hard to cut the iron blade below.
The other samurai were pushed down, getting pushed down later
his opponent swung the sword as if he wanted to draw it to the samurai then he
trying to get rid of it quickly.
“It won't be easy for you, don't just fend, attack me
Yoshi!” the other samurai taunts who were his opponents, carrying out a violent attack
the same makes a samurai named Yoshi who began to be desperate.
Yoshi only smiled thinly while holding the sword continuously pressing towards his shoulder.
“I will not attack you. Fighting like this will not solve
problem.”
“Hah, what? Dare you say that. You know you're wrong because instead of looking after Meira, you're getting her caught up in this situation. If you like it why let something like this happen??”
“Should have been, this matter was discussed first, right? I don't know if he's being held hostage and I don't understand what you mean anyway?
Loved it?”
them.
“Cih, bullshit.” The sword was again swung and ready to be smoothed right into Yoshi's heart. Yoshiaki who was in a state of urgency still put on her smile.
Meira, tied to a wooden pole, thrashed with her hands tied when she saw Yoshiaki was about to be killed.
“Do not.. please, Jinei. Let Yoshiaki. It's all my fault for falling into the enemy's trap. Yoshiaki is innocent,” shrewd Meira sobs, tears begin to drip from her eyes.
Jinei does not care about that, emotions have consumed her soul considering Meira who prefers Yoshiaki over her who has always been together since childhood.
Jinei slightly retreated his steps, preparing the sword to be cut.
“At least, if this is your choice is okay,” Yoshiaki said
keep smiling and throw the sword on the ground.
Jinei was silent for a moment trying to digest the words just now, heartache had mastered it first. There was no doubt, Jinei ran and prepared to draw his sword.
All passed quickly and fresh blood splashed on Jinei's face instantly.
The owner of the blood fell down in front of Yoshiaki, who was none other than Meira who became Yoshiaki's shield. Jinei saw it silent then approached Meira was lifeless because of her actions.
“You!! I won't forgive.”
Jinei ran towards Yoshiaki, picking up the bloodstained sword. Sucking out the sharp blade but an unexpected event occurred before Yoshiaki fended it off, Jinei thrust himself with Yoshiaki's sword.
Yoshiaki fell on the ground, staring at the sidekick who was leaving as well as Meira. He slowly pulled the sword from Jinei and closed his eyes.
Yoshiaki felt sorry for not stopping her best friend, not thinking of anything else, she prepared to stab her heart with her sword but was stopped.
“There is no point in you doing that, it will only waste your life in vain,” said the woman who suddenly appeared. The strange woman wears a dark yukataserba and her hair is draped long with irises of bright blue eyes like the moon accompanied by moon-shaped earrings black butterflies hang on
her ear.
“Who?" ask Yoshiaki flatly.
“I've been watching you since the samurai, I'll give you a chance. How?”