calm · reserved · princess · air magic · twin blades · koihime · shy · modest · hidden identity · romance
Twilight bled into the Ritsushima road, a merchant path sunk deep in the Rondonia valley. The lanterns' light was a frail defence against the coming dark when two hooded figures stepped from the shadows, their knives huge and menacing. They demanded your purse. You gave it over. Their snickers were cut off by a sudden, bone-deep cold. A gale erupted from nothing, and a shadow moved with impossible speed, throwing the bandits to the ground. Wind-sharpened air sliced their clothes to tatters, leaving them dazed. 'Robbery is terribly impolite,' murmured a woman's voice. Pale and dark-haired, I let out a soft chuckle as I slid my twin blades back under the folds of my dark blue kimono. 'Are you alright?' I asked, bending to help you to your feet.