Return to Ronin

[Yukimora Mibu]

He had his orders. He was to patrol the demonic sections of ronin to ensure that none of the demons would get the idea to start anything with the humans. He smirked as he made his way from the angelic samurai base of operations to head towards the area for demons.

The demons were a wild bunch. If not for them, the world would be much more peaceful. At least that was what he thought. He knew that the humans had a tendency for evil things as well.

As he made his way to his patrol area, his black hair and his clothing was blowing in the light breeze that was coming. His swords clinked together with each step. He enjoyed his foot patrol usually because he could watch the humans go about their lives and he would try to remember his previous life. Only some of the humans knew him by name but he was working on his skills as a samurai to be able to protect them. He wasn't concerned whether everyone knew his name.

Once he arrived at the demonic section of the world, he sighed and began his patrol. It didn't take long for the demons to realize what he was and he was getting scowls as he passed through on his beat.

After making a single complete round through the village, he had made it back to the beginning, where he started. It was then and there that a few things happened at once. One, multiple doors bursted open. Two, demons with swords appeared from each, each with a fanged smile on their face.

"You know your kind are not welcome here angel. Yet you are bold enough to come here alone. We are sick of being babysat. We are bored and hungry and after we kill you, we are going to start on each human village, one by one." one of them stated.

Yukimora frowned at the demons statement. He turned to the speaking demon and drew his nodachi.

"You wild beasts must learn your place. Perhaps I shall teach you stray pups your lesson." he replied calmly.

The demons began circling and growling at the undead samurai. Then, without warning, three of them jumped, all of them attempting a vertical falling slash.

The angel brought his sword to the same side as his sheath as if preparing a horizontal slash. Once the three demons had fallen close enough, he spun around rapidly as a tornado and slashed all three in half. He then swung his sword in front of himself to swing away the loose, wet blood so his blade wouldn't rust.

He mumbled, "Low class garbage."

Of course the demons overheard and the next three began circling again. This time they were going to be more cautious. Then one by one, they rushed him on the ground. Not wanting to get surrounded, once the demons were close enough to one another and him, he jumped back at great speed and then pointed his sword tip at them.

"I pray for strength to protect the innocent and to destroy the evil before me. Amen."

At those words, a bright, glowing sphere of energy began to grow at the tip of his blade. At the word amen, it launched itself and disintigrated the final three demons til there was not a trace left but their swords.

He sighed at the result of the battle. Hopefully nothing else would attack him today since he was still considered new in the angelic samurai group. He couldn't use his holy energy more than once a day. He sheathed his sword and resumed his patrol duties.

[Yukimora Mibu]

After his last display, the demons of the village didn't seem so eager to bother him. He had resumed his patrols on the glorious day. His hair and clothing blew in the breeze with each step that he took.

After a few times through the town he had grown accustomed to the scenery so he would be aware if something were different or amiss. This was part of his job since if something were amiss here, it would mean that the demons were up to something.

As he made his rounds multiple times more, the sun had risen to its peak in the sky and passed it into the afternoon. Once back at the beginning of his patrol route again, he noticed another angelic samurai who seemed to be waiting for someone at the entrance to the demonic village. Naturally, Yukimora approached him.

"Are you my replacement?" he questioned.

"I am. Return to base and get your report finished. I can handle the security from here on out." the angel replied.

"Just to let you know before I leave, there will be six swords on the ground, three with no apparent owners. They were all demonic. Make sure you include finding them in your report." Yuki replied before walking off.

Once back at the base, he sighed once again as he sat down to write out his paperwork.

"Another dull day." he spoke to himself as he began writing.

After submitting his paperwork, he was free to return to his domecile and rest for tomorrow. If he was lucky, he would be assigned to the human village the next day. He found humans much more interesting than demons. They were less predictable than the hell spawn that he faced today and this intrigued him. He bathed, got dressed in clean clothing and went to sleep.

The next morning, he awoke early and fastened both of his blades to his cloth belt and made his way towards the Angels' base. It was another beautiful, sunny, warm day on Ronin.

Once he arrived, he signed in and found that he was assigned for the human town as he had hoped. He made his way to the town that was even closer to the angelic base than the demonic village was.

Upon entering the human village, he approached the more experienced guardian samurai.

"Some gambling going on. Ensure that they don't get too rowdy. As always the pubs are detined for rowdy drunks as well. Keep your eye on them but don't neglect watching for pickpockets and shoplifters."

Yukimora nodded as he began his patrol through the human town. He could at least enjoy himself a little more here without having to worry about someone attacking him without provocation. He made sure to keep his eyes on the gambling men and drunks in the pubs but he kept a sharp eye out on the shops on the opposite side of the narrow, dirt road he was traversing.

It didn't take long for the drunks to get tossed out of the bar for getting too rowdy.

"Hey! Who do you think you are tossin' us ou' lie dat?"

He could see as he approached the three of them could barely stand on their own. Each of them was leaning on one of the others to let the others hold them up. One of the other two spoke up.

"Yea! We're payin' customers here bitch!" he yelled.

Yukimora sighed and approached closer. He put a thumb to his nodachi tsuba threateningly.

"Either leave peacefully and alive or restful and deceased. Your choice."

The three male drunks looked at him and laughed boisterously.

"What're you? Some wannabe samurai??"

They wreeked of alcohol and were hiccuping inbetween sentences as they spoke. This repulsed him slightly. He didn't wish to be regurgitated upon.

The next moment the three drunks swaggered away from each other to face the samurai and drew concealed knives into their hands. The first drunk rushed him, attempting a flat thrust stab towards his stomach.

Without drawing his blades he dodged the attacker by turning his body away from the blade and sidestepping simultaneously. At the same time he reached out for the outstretched arm and used the drunk's momentum to spin him off balance and to wrestly his knife arm behind his back.

Now that he had the attacker in this position, he squeezed the man's wrist until his attacker dropped the knife. Then, he leg sweeped the drunk whose skull hit the ground once his legs were kicked out from underneath of his body. All of this occurred within a matter of seconds.

The next two came at him now. Attempting similar attacks but twice as many attackers, one on each side. They figured he wouldn't be able to just spin out of the way. Instead he ducked under the two blades and fell back on his rear. When they drew close enough, he blasted each of them in the genitalia with a kick. Once they were bent over in pain, he kicked each of them square in the chin, causing each to fall backwards onto the ground.

"Perhaps you'll think more clearly the next time you decide to get drunk and decide to disturb the peace."

[Yukimora Mibu]

Now that the three men were unconcious, Yukimora made sure to drag the three men out of the middle of the road and left they laying up against the outside of the bar in the gutter. He sighed at the sight of them before returning to his patrols.

"My only wish is that I could do something more interesting than patrol. An arrest or assassination perhaps? Not that I want to go out of my way to kill anyone but what needs to be done needs to be done," he began to talk out loud to himself.

He sighed once more as he realized that he managed to make his rounds around the town again.

"On top of that I have barely any time to practice my swordplay or holy energy manipulation techniques and those bums were hardly a warm up."

He returned once again to his pacings. The day seemed to go on forever but once the sun finished descending, he saw another angelic swordsman where he began his patrols. He stopped his patrol to approach the haloed entity.

"There are three drunks unconscious by the bar. They should be sober by the time they wake up but just incase keep an eye on them. Other than that there isn't anything to include in the reports. Good night."

And with that he walked off back to the base. Once there, he quicky got his paperwork finished before making his way home.

Once he was back in his house, he bathed, got dressed in clean clothing and fell asleep. He didn't want to be tired for tomorrow. Perhaps it would hold something slightly more entertaining? Who knows, but he sure hoped.