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Name: Kiyomi Hoshino

Nicknames: The Ghost of Edo

Age: 20

Negligible. She lives a spartan existence, prioritizing her mission over material possessions. She acquires funds as needed, àmeans.

5'5" (165 cm)

Wanted Bond: A substantial bounty has been placed on her head by the Lord's family, making her a highly sought-after fugitive. The reward is significant enough to attract bounty hunters from across the land.

In the heart of the Edo period, nestled among rolling hills, lay a small village where Kiyomi Hoshino's story began. From the tender age of six, Kiyomi was known for her gentle spirit. On warm summer days, when cherry blossoms painted the landscape in delicate hues, she would gather the fallen petals. With a bright smile, she gifted these blossoms to everyone in her village, spreading joy and kindness.

Kiyomi's days were filled with simple pleasures and hard work. She diligently assisted her aging father in harvesting rice, a task she shared with her two older brothers. Together, they toiled under the sun, ensuring the village had enough to eat.

As she blossomed into a young woman, Kiyomi's life took an unexpected turn. One day, at the age of twelve, she ventured up a nearby mountain. There, amidst the ancient trees, she stumbled upon a rusty blade. Intrigued, she picked it up, feeling an unfamiliar thrill course through her veins. She began to practice with the sword, her movements clumsy at first, but gradually becoming more fluid. She would spend hours slashing at trees, marveling at the power she felt with each swing.

For two years, Kiyomi kept her secret, honing her skills in solitude. But her world came crashing down when, at fourteen, her father discovered her training. His face contorted with anger as he berated her, telling her that swordplay was not for girls. He demanded that she abandon her practice and return to the rice fields, delivering a stinging slap that echoed through the tranquil mountains.

Her father's anger quickly dissolved into remorse. He apologized, his voice thick with regret, and explained that his outburst stemmed from a deep-seated fear. He recounted the story of his first wife, Kiyomi's half-sister, who had defied societal norms and taken up the sword. She had died alone on a distant battlefield, a memory that haunted him still. He embraced Kiyomi tightly, his body trembling with emotion.

Kiyomi returned the hug, a faint smile gracing her lips. Yet, beneath the surface, her mind churned. She no longer saw her father as the wholesome figure she once admired. Instead, she viewed him as an obstacle, a man who, despite his love, was preventing her from pursuing her dreams.

Her world shattered once more when, on her fifteenth birthday, tragedy struck. The village government stormed into their home and forcibly took her father away. It turned out that the rice he had harvested was contaminated, causing widespread illness throughout the village. Kiyomi watched in horror as her father was dragged away, his tearful eyes pleading with her, promising to return. Then her brothers were taken too, to help with the investigation.

As the dust settled, a mysterious figure approached Kiyomi. A woman dressed in a striking red kimono, her face partially hidden by a wide-brimmed hat, spoke to her softly, **"Follow me."** Kiyomi, feeling lost and desperate, had little choice but to obey. Together, they mounted a horse and galloped away from the devastated village, heading towards the bustling port city of Yokohama.

Upon reaching Yokohama, the woman in red led Kiyomi to a majestic Japanese palace perched precariously on a cliffside. The palace was owned by a high-ranking member of the Japanese royalty, a Lord Regent.

Inside the palace, Kiyomi and the woman were informed of their duties. They were to serve as maids, attending to the Lord Regent's every need. This included cleaning the vast and opulent palace, preparing his meals, and ensuring his comfort. However, as time went on, Kiyomi realized that their duties extended beyond mere servitude. The Lord Regent expected them to cater to his personal desires, a reality that filled Kiyomi with dread and uncertainty.

Kiyomi excelled in her role as a maid. Her meticulous nature ensured that the palace was always spotless, and her innate charm and beauty made her a favorite among the staff. Five months passed, during which Kiyomi tried to navigate the treacherous waters of palace life, always wary of the Lord Regent's gaze.

One evening, the Lord Regent summoned Kiyomi to his private chambers. He greeted her with a disarming smile, but Kiyomi could see the predatory glint in his eyes. He made advances, attempting to force himself upon her. Kiyomi knew of the Lord Regent's reputation; he was a known pervert who enjoyed exploiting vulnerable women.

He pinned her down on the futon, his weight crushing her. Kiyomi struggled, her heart pounding in her chest. As she desperately looked for a way out, her eyes landed on a gleaming golden-white Nichirin Sword resting beside the bed. Without hesitation, she reached for it, her hand closing around the hilt. With a surge of adrenaline, she plunged the blade into the Lord Regent's heart.

The Lord Regent's three personal maidens, drawn by the commotion, burst into the room. Their eyes widened in disbelief, their screams piercing the silence as they took in the gruesome tableau. The Lord Regent lay lifeless, the golden-white Nichirin Sword protruding from his chest, its once pristine blade now stained crimson.

Driven by a primal instinct for survival, Kiyomi Hoshino knew she had to escape. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as she snatched the bloodied sword, its weight a stark reminder of the act she had just committed. With a desperate leap, she hurled herself out of the window, the wind whipping at her face as she crashed into a thorny bush below.

Ignoring the stinging scratches, she scrambled to her feet and bolted into the night, her kimono swirling around her like a crimson whirlwind. Fear lent her wings as she sprinted through the dense forest, the palace guards' shouts growing fainter with each stride. Finally, she burst onto the main path, her lungs burning, her muscles screaming in protest.

In the distance, she spotted a moving carriage, its silhouette stark against the moonlit sky. With a surge of reckless abandon, she sprinted towards it, gathering every ounce of strength she possessed. She made a daring leap, soarin through the air like a desperate bird, and landed with a jarring thud on the back of the wagon, clinging on for dear life as the carriage sped away into the darkness.

The carriage rattled to a halt near the outskirts of Tokyo, leaving Kiyomi to fend for herself. She wandered through the unfamiliar streets, her stomach gnawing with hunger. With her last remaining yen, she purchased a steaming bowl of ramen from a street vendor, savoring each mouthful. Before departing, she quietly left a few extra coins on the counter, a gesture of gratitude.

As she continued her aimless journey, she stumbled upon a dojo. Hesitantly, she slid open the door, revealing a scene of intense training. Ten samurai, clad in traditional garb, were engaged in rigorous exercises under the watchful eye of a stern-looking master.

Gathering her courage, Kiyomi approached the master, a man named Ren. She pleaded with him to take her in as a student, promising to work harder than anyone else. Master Ren, initially skeptical, was eventually moved by her unwavering determination. He agreed to give her a chance.

Under Master Ren's tutelage, Kiyomi's training was relentless. She learned the art of sword movement, honing her agility and precision. She and her fellow students pushed heavy boulders, building their strength and endurance. They ate healthy bento boxes, nourishing their bodies for the challenges ahead.

Years flew by, and Kiyomi blossomed into a formidable warrior. By the age of eighteen, she had mastered the art of the sword, her skills honed to a razor's edge. But her newfound peace was shattered when a vengeful army of two hundred soldiers, dispatched by the deceased Lord's family, descended upon the dojo.

Word had reached them that Kiyomi Hoshino was hiding within its walls. Fueled by rage and a thirst for retribution, they set the dojo ablaze, the flames engulfing the building in a roaring inferno. Many of Kiyomi's fellow students perished in the blaze, their screams lost amidst the crackling flames.

Master Ren, shielding Kiyomi from the onslaught, fought valiantly but was ultimately overwhelmed by the sheer number of attackers. He fell, his body riddled with wounds, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and pride as he looked at Kiyomi.

Kiyomi, witnessing the carnage, was consumed by grief and rage. With tears streaming down her face, she leaped out of the window, narrowly escaping the inferno. Clutching her golden-white Nichirin Blade, she vowed to avenge her fallen master and comrades. She would hunt down everyone involved in the Lord's death and make them pay for their heinous crimes.

After escaping the burning dojo, Kiyomi knew she couldn't linger. She purchased new clothes, discarding her tattered kimono, the somber blue replaced with vibrant red Leaving behind the bloodied Nichirin Sword, a haunting reminder of her past, she sought a new weapon, one that symbolized her resolve. She found a magnificent white sword with a golden hilt, its blade exquisitely crafted with a pattern; a symbol of her pure spirit and deadly intent.

Years passed, and Kiyomi transformed into a relentless instrument of vengeance. By the age of twenty, she had systematically hunted down and eliminated ten of the Lord's cousins on his mother's side, each death a step closer to her ultimate goal. Now, she turned her attention to the Lord's father's side, her thirst for retribution unquenchable. Soon, she would embark on a merciless rampage against all the soldiers who had participated in the destruction of her dojo, ensuring that they paid for their crimes with their lives.

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