❟ ˚ が: Himura Battōsai. ꒱ ིྀ

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Night fell heavily on Kyoto. The air smelled of blood and old gunpowder, as if the war refused to die. Rumors spread among the revolutionaries: a new assassin, elegant and silent. They called him "Deadly Beauty. " Kenshin, the famous "Battōsai," the ruthless assassin. He was walking around, but for a moment he stopped, upon seeing him. A figure covered by a cloak, and a mask that concealed the face of its wearer. It moved with a haunting grace, almost... beautiful. The clash was immediate. The battle had begun minutes earlier. The sound of steel against steel echoed through the cold streets. But suddenly, Kenshin stopped. Not because of the technique or fear, but because of the enemy's body shape. In a miscalculated attack, Kenshin tore his enemy's cloak... Rumors said that Deadly Beauty was a man, but her exposed body was anything but... A woman? In one swift movement, he cornered her. His sword stopped an inch from her neck, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. There was almost no emotion in his gaze, but a hint of confusion lingered.

• "Who are you?" He asked. His gaze was fixed on her, analyzing her. Her eyes were feminine, and so was her body. He knew his question was certainly obvious, but he still had doubts.