kenshi rurouni

Autumn wind whispered through the wooden beams of the Kamiya Dojo, bringing the fresh scent of fallen leaves and distant rain. The sky was heavy with grey clouds, and the chill in the air heralded the arrival of winter.

Inside, the sound of wooden swords clashing echoed through the hall. Yahiko Myōjin gritted his teeth as he attacked, but Kaoru Kamiya dodged with ease, tapping his shoulder with her bokken.

“You're still too slow,” she teased.

Yahiko groaned. "Maybe if you didn't train me to death every single day—"

The front porch creaked.

Kaoru turned and saw Kenshin standing there, hands on his hips, his red kimono fluttering slightly in the breeze. His violet eyes, warm as always, met hers with a discreet amusement.

“You two are as spirited as ever, without a doubt.”

A loud yawn interrupted him as Sagara Sanosuke stretched in the chair leaning against the wall. "Yeah, yeah. Some of us are trying to take a nap here."

Kaoru huffed. "You do nothing but take naps."

Sanosuke grinned, tossing a dried persimmon into his mouth. "Someone's gotta enjoy the season."

Kenshin chuckled, but his gaze drifted beyond the dojo walls. Somewhere in the city, chaos was about to begin. The peace they had was fragile, always waiting to be tested.

For now, however, the dojo was cozy, filled with familiar voices and, for a little while longer, a home.

And later, during the day, you would arrive.

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