Yukiko: Lost Hope

Remembering the time when her sword punctured the man that she once called father. Yukiko waked up from her coma, and scratched her curly eyebrows, “Why must I suffer from this, WHY!” she ran out the tent and began slicing anything that lay in her way. “I hate YOU!” She chanted and with one final torrential blow, the tent was sliced right into two. There are ways that she could have taken, but she had chosen the path that she knows she will regret for eternity and she also knew that there is no way of turning back. She laughed bitterly. “Father, you will never get what you want!” Yukiko said in the cold night. “You will never ever GET IT!” she ran off into the forest and she screamed crazily through the tress, hungry predictors were lurking onto her, spit dripping from their aggressive teeth. Yukiko punched the tree, unable to escape the reality; she punched it again, and again. Her fists bleed heavily; the tree was stained with her red crimson blood. “WHY!!” She screamed. Just then, a wolf launched itself out of the bushes and growls, exposing its gruesome jaws. Yukiko concentrated on the stained blood, laughing. More wolves appeared. They surrounded her, prepared to take a bite into the human flesh. Their yellow eyes flashes in the ominous forest, one of them howls. The feast had begun.

The wolves jumped at her, death is imminent, Yukiko screamed in rage, with one quick trained wakizashi sliced the three wolves lay dead on the grass. “Concentrate of hitting me with the sword” A voice she heard before replayed in her ears. “ARHHHHH!”

She thrusted forward, jabbed her sword into the other foolish animal, and yanks it out while slicing a second one’s head, decapitating it. “Don’t let the surroundings fool you” Just then a wolf for...

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...er. Looks like there’ll be more corpses before sunset Yukiko sneered and let the blade dropped from her sleeves. The wakizashi slid down to her hand, Yukiko is satisfied with how comfortable the handle of the dagger is; how lightweight it was. The most flawless blade for killing. A confident samurai target Yukiko’s head and bring the blade forward. Yukiko danced to the right dodging the unskillful strike and leap forward. The samurai hardly noticed it when the blade cuts through his armour; dismembering him. Another samurai stroke at Yukiko’s legs, unexpected, he was thrown backwards before he could react. “How does she kick so fast?!!” Screeched one of the warriors. Like birds flying away from danger after one of them were killed, the samurais dropped their weapons and ran cowardly. Yukiko smeared, rolled her eyes and wiped her blade clean with her kimono.