Hachiro's brow furrowed, "Only one other boy?" "No, only one other boy and I reside on this beach." She spoke, her voice level. "The girl, her name is Min, have you seen her?" Hachiro continued. Her stare was piercing, but she had no response. Or a girl really, well, and also a woman. "Why are you here then?" The woman asked, still suspicious of Hachiro's motives. Hachiro tensed for a moment, "I did not realize this land had been claimed, I apologize." He nodded his head, but refrained from fully bowing, as she had yet to lower her spear. "This is my land, and you are trespassing." The woman stood her ground, keeping her spear raised. Hachiro jumped back, "Who are you? And why have you been following me?" A long pole was attached to the sharp metal, forming a spear, and attached to the handle was a older woman, her hair only beginning to gray. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep up the same speed for long, but he was fueled by adrenaline.Ī loud snap made Hachiro whip around, swinging up his sheathed blade to cover his face.Ī large blade bounced off of the sword, rearing back. Hachiro ran for what seemed like miles, maintaining a constant pace that could be described as 'reckless'. With a start he began to run through the forest, chasing the origin of the salted wind, and heading straight for the sea. He shook his head, and ran a hand through his newly cropped hair. "I have to save her." He declared loudly to the trees. He decided to leave the skull, but thinking of Min's feisty spirit lit a fire in Hachiro's chest. While he feared for their safety if the bead was ever discovered, knowing Min she would rip him apart for messing with her belongings. Min hadn't given him any implication that she was Christian, meaning the bead had to have come from someone else, and she had mentioned that her father was originally European. Right as he was about to yank off the cord, he hesitated. He clenched his hands around the casing, quickly debating in his head whether he should rip off the bead and bury it somewhere. Hachiro jumped back, almost dropping the blade. He pulled it close, peering into the charm. As he fumbled with the charms he saw a flash of something within the eyes of the skull. It seemed so morbid for a young girl to decorate her belongings with, but after all, she was Min's mother. It seemed oddly sentimental to Hachiro, as crows often represented evil. The crow's bead appeared to be hand carved as well, although it's craftsmanship certainly left much to be desired. Looking closer at the beads there were two more charms that stood out, one was a small white skull, and the other, a jet black bird preparing to take off. For some reason, the pink shine didn't give him the impression it had belonged to a man. It was full of chips and dents, perhaps the tanto had been a gift from her mother. She hadn't spoken much about her past, only revealing that her mother passed away recently. Hachiro pondered the carving for a moment, thinking back on what Min had said about the tanto. If anything, she would have been born as an aggressive dog. Something about the carving seemed odd though, Min wasn't really a cat person. The next bead that caught his attention was a small carving of a cat, its face was smiling. "Min is such a cheapskate I really doubt she would be into gambling." He pawed at the string of dice, chuckling to himself. "I wonder what all of these mean." He mused out loud. The beads on the tanto intrigued him the most, and he held the small blade up to his face so he could get a better look. He looked down at his swords, and the pink tanto next to them. The thought of her sent a pang of regret through his chest. Now that it was daytime he could continue his mission to find Min. He stretched his stiff joints, rising from the unforgiving ground. A small beetle flew through his line of sight, its soft buzzing adding to the chorus of nature's wake up call. His back slightly ached from sleeping in an upright position. Hachiro's eyes slowly blinked open as the sun began its journey across the sky.
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