The Legend Of Samurai

Ch 20: The Sword of Katana

The two katana swords that looked different colors were hovering in front of him, about 1 meter from the top of his head.

Kimura had no idea that the katana sword he was given could float through the air, like this room had no gravity.

"..."

For a few seconds, Kimura looked at the two katana swords that were now hovering, without making any sound. Nevertheless, he could not believe it yet, because he thought it was something beyond human reason.

"Am I in a dream?" ask yourself, while pinching his arm with all his might.

"Aaah," he softly felt pain, as he pinched his arm, "Obviously this is not a dream, but why are the two katana swords..."

His shocked expression now changed, his mouth now gaping with a focused gaze to the two katana swords hovering above him. At this moment, it gave off an aura that was different from each other.

He suddenly felt a sense of discomfort, which made his body sweat a little cold. Kimura felt a feeling that made her assume that it was a meaningful feeling signifying fear.

Meanwhile, the two katana swords were seen still floating in a state of silence without moving, like someone who was looking at each other.

The silence created from the atmosphere between the two katanas and the added with Kimura still looking silently at the object of his eyes saw, but there was one thing that Kimura did not realize, that in that silence, the, the aura was black and white slowly - the ground enveloped the entire corner and room of this hut.

Kimura was only focused on the two weapons that a Samurai was used to, he said, and did not realize at all that the longer he looked like he wanted to be swallowed by the aura emitted by the two katana swords.

"Well..." Kimura looked around, only to realize that something was strange. However, it was too late that he was already completely unable to see the identity of the hut he was in.

A black and white aura mixed into one filled the coverage area of both his eyeballs, so it could be said he could see nothing else, other than those two auras mixed into one...

**

A round-shaped room, approximately 5 meters in diameter became the place where now the two legs Kimura incandescent. However, what served as a foothold here was not the floor. Kimura felt like he was on a cloud, but it had a different shape and color than the clouds in the sky.

"What is this place?" he murmured slowly, but in a tone full of questions.

Kimura continued to look down, as his eyes could not see forward, which was a dazzling light. His two feet were currently treading on different colors. His right foot stepped on a white-colored aura, while his left foot was in the area of the black aura. It could be said, this vacuum was exactly the same as the Yin and Yang emblem.

"It's similar to my old dream, but the atmosphere and exterior are a little different..."

Kimura's two legs slowly - the ground was enveloped by the distinct aura, until it stopped right on her thigh.

And after that, 2 black silhouettes appeared in the midst of the blinding light, and a while later, the light faded, and instantly disappeared perfectly. And showed the silhouette to Kimura's eyes clearly.

Two men who are already VERY old with hair, long beards, completely whitened. The clothes they wear are different. Men on the right side of Kimura, wearing all-white clothes from top to bottom, while on the left side, the same model of clothing that covers the entire body, the long fabric that covers the entire body, but with a completely black color.

That said, only height can tell the difference between the two of them.

Kimura's two eyeballs moved - moving to one side to the other, looking at the two of them.

"Who are they," he muttered softly, his countenance a little panicked, as it felt something strange.

"Ah...Ah...Ah," both of his legs could not be moved at all. It made her panic and a little scared.

A man wearing black can be seen walking towards Kimura.

"I told you, we'll both meet again" the old man said as he stopped and stood not far from Kimura's left side.

The busy and frantic Kimura wanted to move her legs, immediately raising her face turned to the source of the voice.

"My name is Kuro Seishin, you can call me Kuro."

Kimura just nodded, while gulping. As he looked into the eyes of the person who was now talking to him, for some reason his fear instincts suddenly came out when he met eyes that were only filled with black.

"**You don't have to be afraid, I don't have any strange intentions, not what you expected. We don't have time to linger - long..."

"I tell you, we are both spirits of the katana sword that you have seen."

Kimura turned to look at the old man who was standing still on his right side. However, Kimura immediately turned his face to look the other way, while eye-to-eye with completely white eyes.

"There are only four heirlooms of spirit swords in this world." continued the old man named Kuro.

"We met you, because we wanted to ask for your help to gather the katana swords of other spirits."

Kimura did not dare to respond, his entire senses did not dare to function, except for his hearing senses alone who continued to focus on listening.

"I just want to say that and help me. This katana sword, I leave it to you, only you can wear it now..." The spirit named Kuro, raised his index finger, then stuck it into the middle of Kimura's forehead.

"I've poured a little bit of my spirit energy into you as a bond between you and me. So, now that we're tied up, and if you get stronger, we'll meet again soon."

"I don't understand what you mean?" ask Kimura.

"Not much to ask, son. Tell your old grandfather to train you, so you can get stronger quickly..." As long as the silent man stood on his right side, when he mentioned the word "Your old grandfather" in a tone that signified annoyance.

"When we meet again..." Say them both at the same time, after instantly disappearing.

**

Kimura found herself lying on a wooden hut bed.

"You have realized apparently..."

Kimura turned to the source of the voice, finding the owner of the voice was his own Kakenya.

"mmm...Yes, Kek," replied Kimura slightly astonished at his Grandfather's words.

"When did I faint? " he said in his heart.

"Take this," said Akuma while giving a black katana sword, the legacy of his clan, "Son, you must carry this katana on, because it is bound to you."

"Why did Grandpa know that?" kimura asked Akuma.

"Because, Grandfather is the owner of this spirit sword," Akuma said as he showed the katana sword whose hilt and iron were white.

Kimura wanted to open her mouth again, but was soon cut off by a wild question from Akuma's mouth, "What did they tell you?"

Kimura then told in detail, the events in the vacuum. It takes a while to tell it.

"Oh..." Akuma nodded - nodding his head repeatedly, in response to Kimura's elaboration. "I've predicted that" he said with a faint smile.

He continued, "Tomorrow we will begin the exercise."