Chapter 1: Little Aoi

As the summer sun bathed Kyoto in its golden glow on the 11th of April in the year 1400, the echoes of a newborn's cries resonated through the main chamber of the palace. Matriarch Kiyomi Amawashi had given birth to a beautiful daughter, a mirror image of herself with silky purple hair, bright purple eyes, and a complexion as pure as white jade. In the wake of Aoi's arrival, the Amawashi Clan finally celebrated the presence of an heir in the main family. Aoi grew up surrounded by opulence, with a comfortable home, dedicated maids attending to her every need, and the nurturing care of her mother, Kiyomi. Fame and wealth embraced her, making her the envy of many, but there was one crucial element missing from her life—the love of her father.

Since birth, Aoi had never experienced the affection of her father, and each inquiry about his whereabouts was met with a serene smile from her mother. "Papa is busy out there; he will be back soon," Kiyomi repeated, offering a promise that grew wearisome over time. Frustrated and yearning for her father's love, Aoi decided to embark on a journey to find him.

Her innocent wanderings led her to the heart of Kyoto, where she approached strangers with hopeful inquiries about her father's whereabouts. A suspicious man, seemingly knowing her desires, claimed to have information and beckoned her to follow. Aoi, blinded by joyous anticipation, followed him without a second thought, only to be abruptly snatched away.

The man, revealing his true intentions, carried Aoi to a secluded mountain where a cave concealed a gathering of bandits. A wooden cage awaited her, and the man boasted about his prized catch—a noble girl to be sold at a high price in the despicable black market.

Confusion and fear marked Aoi's voice as she asked about her father. The man, with deceitful tenderness, assured her that they would soon reunite. However, her resistance, manifested in a defiant bite, only resulted in harsh punishment and further abuse. Aoi, battered and betrayed, found herself outside the cage, yearning for the father she believed she would meet.

Amidst the turmoil, an explosion resonated, cutting through the ominous air. The mysterious figure who appeared was none other than Kiyomi, wielding her wrath against those who dared to harm her precious Aoi. Swift and lethal, Kiyomi's cold glare silenced any resistance. A cascade of events unfolded, leading to the revelation of the bandit's employer and a fleeting escape.

In the aftermath, Kiyomi held Aoi close, comforting her trembling daughter. Aoi's dreams of meeting her father shattered, replaced by the harsh reality of danger and deception. Kiyomi, burdened with guilt for scaring her daughter, vowed to protect Aoi fiercely. From that day forth, Aoi's world became confined within the palace walls, isolated for her safety until the time was right for her to venture out under the vigilant protection of her mother. Kiyomi Open the secret Chamber Deep inside the Palace and take Manual script that was left behind by Her Husband the Chamber was full of script left by Her Husband preparing for all the outcome and what to do to raise Aoi and Scenario that might Happen Script 117 Kidnapped Scenario Save her - Isolated - Train Her The Fundamental BNK technique - proceed to manual script 117 Volume 2 -77 ways Avoid Bstard - Train the B*NK Technique -Reject all Marriage Proposal Let her out venture the world - Be ready for Invasion. Three years swiftly passed, marked by the carefree laughter of Aoi as she played in the palace grounds with her Shiba Inu companion. Her days were spent observing her mother, Kiyomi, engage in the intricate dance of katana training and sparring. The main courtyard witnessed their elegant yet fierce duels, as Kiyomi faced off against an adult Shiba Inu adorned in samurai armor, wielding a katana on his mouth.

Aoi, with innocent curiosity gleaming in her purple eyes, would watch these mock battles for hours on end since she can't leave the palace The art of the katana fascinated her, and as the years slipped away, a growing interest stirred within her young heart.

unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Aoi rushed towards her mother, her voice sweet and innocent. "Mother, I want to learn how to use these iron-curved things." Kiyomi, adorned with a graceful smile, responded, "Sure thing, my little plum. It's fortunate that you are interested, my little Plum."

From that moment onward, Kiyomi dedicated herself to training Aoi so She Can protect herself , Aoi Focus on me look at your mother Movement , Kiyomi assumed a poised katana stance, her feet planted firmly on the ground, shoulder-width apart. The cold steel of the blade gleamed in the moonlight, an extension of her focused spirit. Her right hand gripped the hilt with unwavering determination, while the left hand lightly touched the scabbard, ready to draw with swift precision.

As a soft breeze rustled the leaves around her, Kiyomi's eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. Her senses heightened, she inhaled deeply, attuning herself to the subtle sounds of the Wind.

With controlled grace, she shifted her weight, turning slightly to the side. The katana moved with her, cutting through the air silently as she adjusted her stance, always ready for the unexpected. Her movements were deliberate, a dance of deadly elegance that spoke of years of disciplined training.

Kiyomi's focus remained unbroken, her mind attuned to the surroundings. Each step was a calculated measure, a testament to the artistry of the samurai. Her body moved in harmony with the blade, a seamless fusion of form and function.

The Moon cast long shadows, creating a stark contrast against Kiyomi's silhouette. She exuded an aura of quiet confidence, a master of the blade, prepared to defend with both skill and honor. In the stillness of the night, the katana's presence spoke volumes, promising a swift and precise strike when the time came.

In this basic stance, Kiyomi embodied the essence of the samurai code — a warrior ready to face whatever darkness lurked ahead, her katana an extension of her spirit, poised to cut through the shadows and uphold the path of honor. Aoi Engraved that into your mind try to imitate or even improve it on your on way The moonlight cast a glow on Kiyomi's figure, and the glint of the blade held a mesmerizing allure. Aoi felt a surge of determination to learn and emulate the artistry displayed before her. (Wow Mom look so cool OMG ,ok Aoi Focus!!!) With focused intent, Aoi positioned her feet shoulder-width apart, attempting to mirror Kiyomi's poise. She gripped the hilt with her right hand, trying to replicate the unwavering determination she observed. Her left hand lightly touched the scabbard, mimicking Kiyomi's readiness to draw the katana with precision.

As the night breeze rustled the leaves, Aoi, like a Diligent Student, narrowed her eyes, keenly observing Kiyomi's movements. She inhaled deeply, attempting to attune herself to the subtle sounds of the night, just as her mother had.

Aoi tentatively shifted her weight, emulating Kiyomi's controlled grace. The katana moved through the air with a soft swish as Aoi adjusted her stance, aiming for the same deadly elegance she had witnessed. Each movement was deliberate, a humble attempt to capture the essence of the disciplined training she yearned to acquire.

In the moonlit stillness, Aoi endeavored to follow Kiyomi's example, her body moving in tandem with the blade. The shadows played on the ground as she adjusted, striving for the seamless fusion of form and function that characterized her mother every motion.

Though her imitation was but a faint echo of Kiyomi's mastery, Aoi felt a growing sense of confidence. She aspired to embody the samurai code, ready to face challenges with skill and honor, much like the mentor who inspired her on this moonlit night. Kiyomi's eyes widened slightly in surprise as she observed Aoi's attempt to emulate her movements. A hint of astonishment flickered in her gaze, the realization dawning that her daughter was not only watching but also absorbing the intricacies of the katana stance.

A small, proud smile tugged at the corners of Kiyomi's lips as she witnessed Aoi's determination. The moonlight accentuated the subtle lines of approval on Kiyomi's face, a silent acknowledgment of her daughter's progress. The cold steel of the blade seemed to reflect not only the moon's glow but also the connection between mentor and apprentice, mother and daughter.

In that moment, Kiyomi recognized the spark of potential within Aoi, a flame that held the promise of future skill and mastery. She held back any immediate praise, allowing Aoi to continue her imitation, silently encouraging her daughter to explore the art of the katana with a growing sense of pride.

The night air carried a quiet reverence as Kiyomi watched Aoi navigate the nuances of the stance. The shadows played on both of their figures, intertwining the legacy of the samurai between generations. As Aoi's movements echoed Kiyomi's own, a unspoken bond forged in steel and tradition, Kiyomi's heart swelled with a mix of surprise and maternal pride, knowing that the spirit of the samurai lived on in her daughter.