Jira Wantanabe flicked the blood off of her katana and sheathed it in one fluid movement. five men lay dead at her feet, blood pooling from rents in their armor. She looked at their cooling corpses with contempt as she folded her hands inside of her sleeves. Brigands with no honor attacking one who openly wore the Daisho…what has this land become? She daintily stepped around the blood and continued towards the ancient temple.
Disclaimer; this site is a work of my over-active imagination. While it has a basis in the real world it is not, nor is it supposed to be, an acurate historical documentation. Any discrepancies between actual Asian history and this setting should be excused. If the change would benefit the fun of the setting then let me know.
