{"sf1_id":1642004,"sf2_id":"qmya4y6m","title":"HIKAMI: RONIN","author":"r3dw0lfspRit","words":234,"posted_at":"2020-10-23T12:09:00.000Z","tags":["Character Development","Lion","Male","Short Story","Sword"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1642004-hikami-ronin","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmya4y6m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/75/8a/758a1e1c-d8ac-4651-81be-b837650391ca","description":"#3 of Written Word\n\nA piece of lore for my RP character Hikami Akairion.","content":"HIKAMI: RONIN\n\nHikami stood, eyes closed.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He breathed deeply, savoring the mist swirling about his feetpaws.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Here he was calm, centered, at ease.\n\n_\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;You're blind, how can you ever aspire to be a true swordsman_, his mind recalled.\n\nHikami's eyes flashed open from behind a blood red headband adorned with a metal plate. Etched into the plate was his village insignia.\n\n_\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;am\u0026nbsp;a swordsman.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;My blade has tasted both flesh and blood of my enemies.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;And though I do not walk my village's path or see as they see, I will fight on until my dying breath!_\n\nThe bipedal lion sank to his knees before drawing the katana from its sheath at his side.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;If no one was to accept him as he was, then he would sever all ties with his village starting with the headband around his eyes.\n\n_\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;am a ronin;\u0026nbsp;I am the\u0026nbsp;master of myself and now a\u0026nbsp;wanderer._\n\nBringing the silvery katana blade up, he held onto the knot of his headband and swept the blade across the back of his head.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere was no blood, no sound other than the soft\u0026nbsp;_ka-link_\u0026nbsp;of the headband's metal plate meeting the dirt road beneath him whence it fell.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nSliding the sword's blade across his sleeve in one hand with the other coming to meet it soon after, Hikami slowly sheathed his weapon in silence.\n\n_\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;It is done_, he thought, raising his maned head\u0026nbsp;to the sky,\u0026nbsp;_I am free_.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Written Word","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1641911-the-sweater.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1642013-the-looking-room.json"}}