SAMARU
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Samaru Ichika
Samaru Ichika stepped through the rice paper sliding door, unsheathing his sword. He pointed his blade straight at Furogama Mikotsu’s face. “You, Furogama Mikotsu, are wanted for 16,000,000 Yun. Prepare to fight.” Samaru said, calmly. “Oh really. Under what charges, you miserable Ronin?” Furogama chuckled, waving his fan faster. “Details, details. I’ll tell you anyway, as a last wish. You’re wanted for the following: prostitution, serial arson, and Mikuoh* activity.” “Hah...Ha ha ha ha!! Mikuoh activity? Prostitution? Serial arson, even!? You give me...too little credit!!” the fat gangster laughed and snapped his fingers. “Sic ‘im, boys!” A slew of ninja and samurai alike, followed by frightening animals, appeared from the shadows. “Shadow Art, Scroll Seventeen, Style Six: Hiding Blade.” the ninja said simultaneously. They grasped short blades in their belts, laughing along with Furogama. “I always come prepared, foolish Ronin.” he laughed as he snapped his fingers again, and the ninja attacked, followed by the fearsome lions and tigers. Samaru stood silently. Everything went in slow motion. His heart beat faster and faster. “SUWAAH!!” he let loose and swung his sword around, jumping from wall to wall, leaving ninja and lion alike, in half. Samaru’s eyes lit up red as he ran towards Furogama, who waddled away as fast as he could. “DIE, CRETIN!!” Samaru took a dive and rolled under Furogama’s legs, tripping him. He stood up, slowly bringing his sword from Furogama’s stomach to his forehead. “I...I give up! You obviously have me beaten...!” Furogama cried. By this time, Samaru looked frighteningly serious, delivering one last thrust of his sword into the forehead of Furogama Mikotsu. “You obviously don’t know who you’re dealing with...” Samaru said a prayer and buried Furogama’s body outside, taking only his head, whose expression was still full of fear and regret. “I wonder...if he hadn’t done those things...he could have been a good man.” Samaru muttered. When he got back to the city of Kioguro, he visited the tavern where he had originally got the wanted notice. He slammed the head of Furogama on the table, changing its expression from horror to anger. “Here. Now, the 16,000,000.” he said to the barkeeper. “Yer gonna hafta talk ta Keitagu if you wanna get the money.” the barkeep said to Samaru, polishing a cup with a white rag. “Understood. Where can I find Keitagu?” “In the back.” the barkeep opened up the bar, and Samaru walked through, entering the door. “Keitagu. My name is Sumaro Ichika. Give me the money for...this.” he paused saying ‘for’ to take the severed head of Furogama Mikotsu. “16,000,000 Yun, right?” a man who was presumably Keitagu turned around to reveal a man, whose face seemed inable to stop smiling. He had brown hair and green eyes, that were usually closed. He also had a straw hat that strapped underneath his chin. “You are the one who answered my wanted notice, correct? Samaru, you said your name was?” Keitagu grinned and opened his wallet. “This is a lot of Yun for one head, you know.” Samaru said, straightening his yukata and tapping his foot on the ground. “My name is Keitagu Yamubaki. Pleased to meet you, Mister Ichika.” he extended his hand that had the 16,000,000 Yun in it, for a shake. Samaru usually wasn’t one to be polite, but he shook Keitagu’s hand, taking the money at the end of the shake. “Your grip...so firm. Friendly. I don’t think you’re as cold as they say you are, Samaru.” Samaru glared at Keitaru, saying to him, “I didn’t say that was my name. I said Sumaro.” Keitaru spun around, eye twitching. He pulled out a short knife, usually used for seppuku, or ritual suicide, flinging it at Samaru. At that very moment, Samaru knelt down as fast as he could, slicing the marble bar underneath Keitagu, also cutting Keitagu’s feet clean off. “AAAAUUGH!!!!!” Keitagu’s legs sprayed blood, his body falling to the floor. Samaru pressed his foot against Keitagu’s head, laughing. “Now I can get YOUR bounty.”
This is all I got so far. Give me some input, willya!!
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