The sun shone brightly down on the streets on Kyoto, reflecting off the armor coating Kimiko. As she stood, leaning against the wall of a small Sake Den, seeming out of place from the common peoples walking by. Many shot questioning looks towards her, but today her normal red cloak was replaced with a larger hooded black one, draping over her head in case any residents had ever seen her before. She was waiting patiently for a certain man to come out, an off duty palace guard. Ever since knowing the famous Shichitou had been here two weeks ago Aka wouldn't shut his mouth about missed opportunities, personally Kimiko couldn't be gladder they missed each other.
The Shichitou, they had recently come to be and Kimiko had very little knowledge of them, something that was annoying her to no end. Well having no wish to confront the self-proclaimed, ‘Seven Strongest Samurai, Fighting for Justice’, it was obviously only a matter of time before she would have to, and the upper hand of knowledge was just what she needed. ’Seriously, what the fuck is taking this guy so long?’ Kimiko looked up at the sun, Aka would be getting impatient waiting for the info she set out for, and the last thing she felt like dealing with was a slaughtering in Kyoto.
Kimiko let out a sigh of relief as the guard finally walked out of the building, drunk like a pig of course, ’It’s only noon, disgusting cretin.’ As the man lumbered in front her, heading off to a destination he’d never reach, Kimiko grabbed his shoulder and tossed him into the alley she had been standing beside. ”H-huh, wadda ya want,” the man questioned in his stupor, righting himself up as Kimiko made her way to him, grasping him by the throat and slamming him into a wall,”The Shichitou that were here, where did they go?” The man struggled against her grip, ”Let go a me y-yah whore,” Kimiko was already getting sick of the stench this man produced, she slammed her armor gauntlet into his gut, making him cough and sputter, letting the word ‘Edo’ spill out in his stammer.
Kimiko smiled at the man, her mouth being the only feature of her he could see. Still gripping his throat he pulled the man’s ear close to her head and whispered into it slowly, ”Now, can’t let you spoil the fun for them.” She dug her fingers deep into his throat, crushing his windpipe then releasing him to roll on ground and enjoy his quite death, laughing as she got wondrous surge of energy and walked away. Kimiko quickly returned to the inn the Akumu had been staying at and entered the room of Aka, seeing him slowly grind his blade on a whetstone. ”They went to Edo,” she yawned, taking a seat on the floor beside the door.