Major Trobule

"I remember the night, it was the 7th day on the Luna Moon over seven years ago. A stormy night it was, sever thunderstorm and sever winds. I was just given a job to track down a murderer and nothing more. Just a description and a job, but even then I just knew who it was..."

...

Water splashed and rain fell as I rushed to where my tracking led me. To a clearing just outside town between the town and the forest. There I saw him, Simon Black. My friend and fellow student of Master Ryuga. As well as a murderer and my target.

"Hello Takeshi..." He said simply. His face warm yet cold as the thunder cackled above us. "I always knew it would be you... That you would be the first to find me." Simon explained.

"Simon!" I screamed over the thunder. "Why!? Why did you do it!? Answer me!" I screamed. Both begging and demanding an answer in equal measure.

"Hmph. Have you learned nothing Shi? You must first cross blades with me before I can answer that question." Simon nonchantally replied. Like this was all a game to him.

"Enough with these games Simon! We have no time! The authority should have already surronded this area! Just please answer me!" I nearly begged.

"..." Silence echoed as the storm raged, only the sound of Simon's sword being unsheathed cut through all the white noise.

"..." There was no time for words. Not anymore. I too unsheathed my sword, and took my position.

A moment passed. Another one. Then two more...

A clang echoed as two blades clashed into another. Then another and another as the swords repeatedly meet between the two samurai. A sword forged using a fallen star and a sword of fine craftsmanship made of silver handed down by his master clashed. Oh how he would be sadden by the sight.

The two samurai jumped back, a moment to catch their breath, then the two took a stance. A stance before they charge and slash their enemies and friends. A moment lasted into a eternity as the rain fell faster and the cloud themselves grew more grey and angry.

The whistel of two swords as they are slashed through the air. One catched flesh and made a horrible sound. Both faced away from each other, their swords straight in front of them. One dripped blood...

"Blargh!" Takeshi coughed out blood. His stomach tore through by Simon's blade. "W-what is this feeling?" He asked.

"That? I coated my sword with a specific type of posion. Don't worry it isn't lethal, only gives you the effect that your drunk off your ass." Simon said still facing away from Takeshi. Simon began to walk away...

"S-simon! W-where are you going?" Takeshi screamed.

"Don't worry, the cut isn't deep. You'll survive." Simon assured him. "Goodby Takeshi. I'm sure we'll meet again." Simon said with confidence as he began his escape. A hawk could be heard and thunder crackled as Takeshi lost consciousness.

...

"...Simon escaped and that was my one and only failed job. The next day he was found in broad daylight, as if he was wanting to be found. His trial was held the next week and was quick to find him guilty. He has been serving his sentence for seven years now." Takeshi finished his story.

Silence seemed to echo from the bar. "W-wow. I don't know what to say to that... I'm sorry you had to deal with that." Garnon tried to console Takeshi.

"It's fine. It had been seven years, even my scar has recovered. He was right... It wasn't so deep." Takeshi said solemly.