A 16 and a half year-old girl named Kiyoko Imai was walking through her village. The village was a cruel place, Blood covered the walls of most house, some of them destroyed, it looked like an old warzone. Aside from those factors, the village didn't look too much like a bad place to live. What made the village worse, was the people. The residents of the village were terrible people, if someone doesn't like you, they'll attack you, and you'll be lucky to make it out alive.
Kiyoko wears a light blue kimono that reached her knees with a pink sash, the kimono was decorated with patterns of cherry blossoms. She carried a sword around with her, as she is a female samurai. She also wears a blue flower on her head, the flower belonged to her mother before she died.
While she was walking through the village, insults and rocks were thrown at here.
"Bitch"
She ignored it
"Monster"
Whatever
"Demon"
She didn't care about what people said unless, it was the one thing she hated to be called...
"Imai"
Her name. Unlike most, who preferred to be called by their last names. She hated to be called by hers, she'd let her friends call her 'Imai', but she doesn't have any, that was a lie, she had one friend, but they don't call her 'Imai'. She doesn't have friends because no-one likes her, the only person who treats her well is her farther and her only friend.
Kiyoko heard someone calling out behind her.
"Hey, Imai"
She turned around at the use of her last name, giving the person who called out a dead glare
"Oh, come on, say something Imai"
Kiyoko said nothing, she just turned around and started walking again.
"Hey Imai, how's your mother?"
Kiyoko stopped, turning around, she was furious, her pupils were dilated.
"What... What the fuck, did you just say?"
She said as she walked towards the person.
"What did you just say, you son of a bitch?"
Without even thinking, Kiyoko drew her sword. She was staring at the person with an empty glare.
The person was backing away now, Kiyoko was pissed off.
"I'll make you regert saying that."
