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Tears of Blood
By : SultrySundina
Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal
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Tears of Blood(My Story Arc: Finale to Blade of the Immortal):

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Chapter 27: A Warrior's Canvas

Manji watched with a smirk as three of the four men charged him, their killing intent emanating from their auras. The first man swung his blade high above his balding head; the sting of the clashing steel rang in Manji's ears. He had very little time to dodge the next blow from him, but he was at a slight advantage still standing on the stairs. His attackers only had enough room to come at him one at a time and that was all he needed to cut them down with precise jabs of his shido. Manji held one of each of his shido in either hand, a smirk donning the left corner of his lips. He was going to enjoy killing these men, yes, enjoy it greatly.

The first man came at Manji with his sword again and again, Manji easily avoiding his attacks. The other two who had charged him, were held back from attacking by the sheer lack of space on the stairs. Manji was ensuring he was using the small space available for this fight to his full advantage. He didn't want to take them on all at once. Manji wanted to use the protection of the small space the stairway gave to slow them down, force them to attack one at a time.

Quickly, and without hesitation, when the first man came at Manji one more time, Manji snapped his right wrist in the last instant when steel clashed, slicing the man's hand in half as his shido easily slid down his foe's blade and hilt. The pain from the cut, and the rapid spurts of blood gushing from the loss of part of his hand caused the man to cry out in agony, dropping his sword. Manji then used his other shido in his left hand and quickly ran the blade under and into his foe's ribcage, pulling the forked blade out as fast as it had entered. Scarlet liquid spurted from the man's mouth and chest, a frothy mixture of blood, saliva, and his final breath. He began to tumble down the wooden steps in a heap of dead flesh.

The other two men tried to jump over the first man's tumbling body, but the second attacker tripped on the steps when he leaped and stumbled forward towards Manji, trying to catch his fall on the wall. This split second of distraction was all Manji needed to skillfully take his bloodied shido in his left hand and rip it through and across the man's jugular, severing his carotid artery and ripping out his throat entirely when he tore the blade back from his foe's neck. Blood spurted from the wound onto the walls and stairs; flesh, bone and sinew dangled from beneath his jaw. He had only seconds left and his last breath was taken as he crashed to the steps in front of Manji, his eyes still wide open in surprise, his mouth agape, and only blood mumbled gurgles escaped his lips as he too toppled down the steps, another casualty.

The third man roared at the top of his lungs as he watched his comrades fall helplessly before him. He swung his sword at Manji, cutting through fabric and feeling the blade slice through flesh, but it was only a surface wound. He had barely struck Manji's left arm. This did nothing to stop Manji; he smirked at the man before him and lunged forward. He was going to watch this man bleed.

Manji's smirk only grew as the blood splattered across the walls and his clothes with each slice of his shido across the man's body. He sliced open his arms, torso and back, not enough to kill him, just enough to watch the blood flow. He found a sick pleasure in killing, especially if he was protecting Rin. With the thought of Rin again back on his mind he remembered he didn't have time to waste, he needed to finish this fight. The man before him was panting with exhaustion but still standing. Manji went down a few more steps and lunged at the third man again, sinking his shido into either side of the man's head before the man knew what was happening.

He could feel the reverberations from his shidos sinking into the flesh and bone on either side of his third victim's head. The blades poked out on either side, showing their tainted steel as blood dripped from the ends of the blades. The last man also toppled down the stairs, stopping at the bottom atop the other two bodies. Three, he already killed three of the four men that had stood in his way; cut through them as if their blood exploding on the walls was paint being splattered against an artist's scroll. There was hardly a need to even use his nihon-to, that was until he realized his shido were buried in the third man's head still. The last man glared up at Manji on the stairs, he stood ready, his hand on the hilt of his sword, in stance for Manji's attack.

The last foe eyed Manji carefully, calculating. Manji assumed he was their leader, he had already heard him command they call him "sensei". Senseis, leaders - they always let their men die in their place, and Manji was tired of the selfish and sadistic ways of these so called "leaders of men". Manji watched, fixated and intent on cutting this man to shreds just as he had with the others. The man steadied his nerves and regained composure as he tried to stare down Manji.

Manji needed to find Rin, his gut told him she needed him, and this situation was only making him that much more anxious to ensure her safety. He did not have time to play around with this man left in front of him. He was tired of waiting and leapt down from the staircase, clearing the mangled bodies that scattered the now crimson splattered wood stairs, his sword gleamed with the candle light; this mesmerized the fourth man, the light caught his eyes and he was distracted for an instant. Then he felt it, felt the air grow thick and the thick stench of blood and sweat permeated his senses.

The man watched, wide eyed, as Manji's demonic killing intent came hurtling at him with his full force. In an instant, before the man could even draw his blade fully from its sheath he was sliced down, he had been too distracted. Manji's blade swept through his flesh, sinew and bone as if the he were butter. Only the hiss of the blade and the sound of flesh being torn could be heard. The next instant the man's head split in half, diagonally, the top portion falling to the floor with a dull thud. His body soon followed. Blood poured from the wound; he was dead in an instant. It was a grotesque scene, but it was over.

Manji gathered his weapons and ran through the empty inn, heading towards the bath house, trying to go over in his head where he might be able to find where Rin was. He knew he had to act quickly, if they, whoever "they" were, had already known where he was, already had assassins on his trail, and then he could only assume that they were after Rin as well. He also found it odd that the inn was deserted. What was going on here, where was everyone? He ran as fast as he could and when he finally made it to the bath house he tore through the doors only to find it empty as well. Rin was nowhere to be seen. "Where the fuck is that woman?" he cursed.

"I think I can help you find her." A voice came from behind Manji and he turned around to see Washi standing behind him.

"I believe I know who has her, and I will take you there. If we don't hurry it may be too late."

Manji eyed Washi warningly, "If I find you had anything to do with her disappearance I will kill you myself; but for now, take me to her."

Washi nodded and led the way out of the bath house, not knowing yet that his mother was upstairs, dead; and he was helping her killer.
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Tears of Blood	By : SultrySundina Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal Views: 1863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tears of Blood