"So, this is where it resides?"
"Yes, the cursed sword, Soul Edge."
"This is where it ends..."
The words pierced through the night like a sharp blade. The cursed city of Ostriensburg loomed ahead menacingly, its dark aura intensifying steadily as the cursed sword drew more souls into it's gaping maw.
"We must destroy it here and now."
The words escaped the young kunoichi's mouth in the calm, yet intent tone that was unique to her. Her shoulder length, dark violet hair danced in the cool night breeze, falling past her steel plated headband that rested on her forehead into her dark violet eyes. She raised a gloved hand to her right cheek and brushed a single tear away-the first time that she had shed a tear in a very long time. After crying herself to sleep for such a long time prior, she had become numb to emotion, indifferent to whether it was happiness or sadness. She had pushed those meaningless emotions down, and focused solely on her task: To destroy the being that had taken everything from her.
Kuromi Kyohaku was, at one time, a very happy person. She was always known for showing great compassion towards all things.
Unfourtunately, fate had other plans in store for her.
Her childhood was cut short at 9 years of age, when both of her parents were taken by sickness, leaving only her brother, Kozen, her sister, Shira, and herself. Her older siblings soon became parential figures in her young eyes, and things gradually returned back to normalcy.
This came to a grinding halt when she turned 12.
One night, a blinding flash emnating from the center of her home village enveloped Kuromi's childhood home. Soon after, Shira began acting very strangely. The kind gleam in her eyes had disappeared, replaced only by bloodlust.
She thirsted for blood, for death, and Kuromi's blood was the sweetest nectar to sate her.
She approached Kuromi with every intention of slaughtering her like a lamb.
Kuromi pleaded with her sister, she tried to appeal to the person that was like a mother to her, the sister within her.
Sadly, her begging fell on deaf ears.
Kuromi would not resist. She fell to her knees, accepting imminent death. However, her body would have a different reaction.
Without thinking, she grabbed the ornate sword mounted on the wall behind her, and plunged it into her sister's chest.
Shira, now mortally wounded, slumped to the floor, the effects of the Evil Seed dissapating from her soon-lifeless body. Two words escaped her mouth, in a hushed and painful tone.
"T-Thank you..."
When Kuromi had come to her senses, she stared at her bloodstained hands and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
"W-What have I done!?"
She scurried to her sister's corpse, pulled the sword from Shira's chest, and attempted to impale herself. Kozen grabbed his sister, preventing her from commiting suicide.
Kuromi struggled hard, trying to free herself from her brother's grip, but he did not yield.
Soon after, they fled their home village of Fu-Ma-No-Sato under cover of night, never to return.
Or, that was their plan.
Kuromi, now 22 years of age, has devoted herself to destroying Soul Edge, the sword that took her beloved sister, and her brother...
To Be Continued.....Perhaps...