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     Meta about Kenshin below the cut !!

A small nod was given as the woman lowered her cup, just the barest glint of liquid still on her lips. Before she spoke, Avara let out a soft hum, contemplating how she could best describe this.

“I do much better in cold than in heat, which tends to wear on me and make me tired and lethargic. I enjoy snow as well, now that I’ve seen it for myself it’s most lovely. And there are some foods and drinks that I can only really enjoy in winter.”

She paused a moment, then added “There is also a particular thing that people where I come from do in the winter, where they hang many small lights around their homes and properties. It makes for quite a beautiful display against the white snow. Some of them are even colored.”

〔 ﾒ 〕— He nodded as she spoke, tentatively listening to her detailed descriptions                  and gracefully laced answers. She was right, however ;                   the WINTER SEASON was more than enjoyable because it made so                   much more activities traditionally welcome, even down to aesthetic pleasures                  and breathtaking sights. And the snow... how everyone loved the snow.  

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   “Uhmm… let’s say someone had my head over     the clouds, that’s all.” She laughed sheepishly,     expecting to ease his concern.

“Cho-san! How is he?” Soujirou perked up at the sound of a familiar name. He hadn’t really stopped to think about what became of the other Juppongatana. He hoped their lives weren’t too difficult after their arrests. He may not have known them for as long as he knew Shisho, but they did fight side by side.

He didn’t know exactly what Kenshin meant by ‘coming this far’. Soujirou hadn’t said much about himself or his wanderings. Maybe the man saw something that he didn’t, and he attributed it to one of the qualities about Kenshin that he simply didn’t understand.

“And Anji-san and Houji-san? How are they doing?”

〔 ﾒ 〕— He managed a small smile and kept his hands folded into his KIMONO.                 Who knows the trials that the young one underwent to achieve a                  solid peace of mind and a redemption of the self?                 But the smile slowly crumbled away when he asked about the TEN,                 his former teammates, the JUPPONGATANA. This wasn’t good news.                 This would be painful to relay. What if it brought back all of the trauma                  that he left behind when he pledged his life to wandering?

   Trunks blinked, A swordsman…? No.. he wouldn’t consider himself one like him.

    “..Ah… No I wouldn’t say I am good at it.. I mean my Mentor tried to teach me what he knew but he died when I was a child so..” Memories of Gohan trying to push him to keep his back straight and the tip of the sword a certain direction came floating back to him.

        He would never say it out loud but sometimes he misses him.

   “In a way I travel now to learn but when I saw your sword.. sorry it drew my attention to you. Not many people carry them around anymore.”

〔 ﾒ 〕— He blinked for a while and let loose the instinctive tension in his hands                    and let them hang at his side. So the coast was clear.                   He listened to the other reminisce and could almost feel the NOSTALGIC                   ESSENCE inside his voice. Of course, his questions also stoked some                    surprise from the WANDERER.

What a nice thing to have in the winter. Avara enjoyed tea all year long, but especially when it was cold out and she could see the rising steam from her cup before she drank.

“It’s been nice. Winter truly is my most favored season.”

〔 ﾒ 〕— He paused a while and watched her drink,                   trying to follow the INTRICATE PATTERNS the smoke drew in the air. 

    Not… the typical he had in mind? What other type of swordsman were they then? Trunks only really knew one and you either wield a sword for good intentions or not so good intentions.

    “I… always figure there was only one basic since well..”  he shrug his shoulder a bit, moving his own holster where he kept his sword to show the other, “I am not a expert but.. I know enough of it I guess…” but there was something strange about this man.. there was a raw power there not even Trunks could explain to himself.

      “My mentor taught me what he knew, I just learn everything else on my own.”

〔 ﾒ 〕— He hadn’t noticed the SCABBARD attached to the man’s back,                  and his eyes widened in surprise.                   He moved his fingers around as if to flex them, ready to draw                   his own SWORD if need be.                   But his consciousness told him that the man he was talking to                   didn’t have any harsh intentions.

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   “Uh…?” S-Shit, my face! Kyoko realized in time to try and compose    her face, then she offered him a sheepish smile.

  “I-I’m so sorry for making you worry in vain, I am fine I just    remembered something hideous!” Or rather someone.

. ⊰ ♥ ⊱ - “Changed your life? How come?” Minako couldn’t help but being curious. Of course having your face marked that way was more than enough reason to feel like everything had changed for good, but there seemed to be so much more behind that. “Did you manage to get any kind of revenge? I mean, if anyone did that to me I’d kick their ass and make them never forget!”

〔 ﾒ 〕— He managed a ghost of a smile.                    Her words sucked him deep into his own thoughts,                    into the past he tried to forget, the past he was no longer scared of.                   It was amazing that her CURIOSITY stoked such nostalgia.

“So you knew that I went wandering, huh… It’s because, back then, you told me that I needed to look for the answers myself.” At the time, it had frustrated him to hear it, but now that he had new experiences under his belt, Soujirou was grateful. Some things had changed, and some things hadn’t, but he knew he couldn’t go back to he way he lived before.

“Asking after someone who was your enemy… you really are strange!” It didn’t escape his notice that Kenshin still wore his reverse blade sword at his side. Himura was strong and he was kind. It was a little unfair.

〔 ﾒ 〕— He chuckled at his words and folded his hands into his KIMONO.                 SŌJIRŌ was a brave young soul, a boy who had faced the trials                  of life with nothing more than a damaged soul                  and a search for redemption.                   It took a while for even KENSHIN himself to forgive his own mistakes,                   and it was almost as if the WANDERER saw himself in the                   bright blue eyes of the young man.