Chapter 1: Comming home

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From the distant horizon, the silhouette of Ginto Sasaki would shimmer with the refracting sunlight of dusk. 
Laizily walking, his unsheathed katana would lightly graze through the grass of the savanna, as he looks up at the sky, nonchallantly admiring the darkenning clouds.
Up ahead, would be a small, Japanese village, where the love of his life, Kurai Hayato, and his most despised rival, Jinzen Kumo live. Ginto lives here aswell, though he is usually too caught up with his sword training, and the rest of his scheduel; giving him little time to socialize.
Finally arriving at the village, he would close his eyes, as he walks through the streets full of laughing children, and Taichi specialists. However, his intuition reacts as he slowly passes by a beautiful woman;
-her long...soft...moist, briunette hair flows with the winds of the twilight...her kimono slowly flows with the rush of her walking...her red lips shine with the fading sun-
There's no doubt about it; she's on a busy scheduel aswell...
The beautiful sight is soiled with the presence of his number one most hated; Jinzen Kumo, who too is interested in her....
Slowly he would walk up to Ginto, who is shaking his head; an act of alliviation from his point of view: the fact that she is more precious than a gem in his eyes.
Stopping about a yard's distance, he would simply say, "I hope you weren't starring at her....she's the beauty of my life...".
Ginto's grip on his katana would tighten at the sound of the words; in his head are various images of Jinzen dying before his very own eyes. Laughingly, he would once again shake his head, and watch Kurai drift away.
Highly angered, Jinzen would walk away; upset about the fact that his honor was spoiled by the likes of Ginto.