Sapporo

"Stop lollygagging Araki, we should have met up with the others nearly a week ago," Mio sighed, being careful to keep her voice low as possible.
It was uncommon, and extremely dangerous for a female to travel around in these warring times, let alone as a samurai. Should anyone with malevolent intentions discover that she masquerading as a male named Ryuu Hayashi, would almost certainly provide horrible consequences that sent a chill down Mio's spine just thinking about it. But she felt that she had to help stop the war, and that was something that, as a woman, was very hard to achieve during these times.
Glancing behind her, she noticed Araki had drifted further and further than when she had remembered last time. With an exasperated sigh, Mio turned on her heels and began to where Araki was staring. As much she loved working with the kind man, unless there was someone in trouble, he took his time during their travels, something that made Mio jittery.
Placing her hands on her hips, she quickly dropped them down to her twin, reversed blade sides, hands on the hips was not exactly the most manly thing to do. "Araki, if you don't get your but in gear, then I'll..." her threat was interrupted as a loud scream pierced through the clear air of the forest.
With a silent glance, Mio took off towards where the sound had seemed to come from, weaving elegantly through the trees. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, excitement rocketed through her like a bolt of lightening across the darkened sky. Ready for whatever dangerous trial would come their way. After all, this was what she was born to do.