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CHAPTER 3

Maemi stood by the Yangze River finally finished dressing her shoulder wound. Stupid policeman, she thought furiously, stupid me! Sighing, slowly she lowered her kimono down into the pool and let the blood wash out of the fabric. Placing a new, dark purple kimono on, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and put new pair of socks on. She was ready to go into the city again, but only when it was dark.

Upon entering Kyoto again she placed a plain purple veil over her face, masking her identity for the common folk. A bunch of shouting drew Maemi to a narrow alleyway. The more she went in the more the foul smell of rot intensified. Keeping her focus on the noises she managed to ignore some of the stench and continue on. Finally getting to the center of the noise Maemi stepped into the shadows as dark figures discussed the Battosai. Listening to there murmuring voices Maemi tightened her grip on her katana, she could feel a cold rage quickly fly to the surface of her being. She was going to kill him for what he did to her sister and parents. It was his entire fault; if he hadn't fought for the Meiji then maybe they would all be alive.

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CHAPTER 3

Maemi stood by the Yangze River finally finished dressing her shoulder wound. Stupid policeman, she thought furiously, stupid me! Sighing, slowly she lowered her kimono down into the pool and let the blood wash out of the fabric. Placing a new, dark purple kimono on, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and put new pair of socks on. She was ready to go into the city again, but only when it was dark.

Upon entering Kyoto again she placed a plain purple veil over her face, masking her identity for the common folk. A bunch of shouting drew Maemi to a narrow alleyway. The more she went in the more the foul smell of rot intensified. Keeping her focus on the noises she managed to ignore some of the stench and continue on. Finally getting to the center of the noise Maemi stepped into the shadows as dark figures discussed the Battosai. Listening to there murmuring voices Maemi tightened her grip on her katana, she could feel a cold rage quickly fly to the surface of her being. She was going to kill him for what he did to her sister and parents. It was his entire fault; if he hadn't fought for the Meiji then maybe they would all be alive.