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The woman holding a sword to Chizuru’s neck was the most beautiful he had ever seen. Chizuru was a doctor’s son and had grown up away from politics but even he had heard of Hijikata, the terrifying vice-commander of the Shinsengumi, the she-wolves of Mibu, a savage group of women ronin. He hadn’t imagined she would be beautiful, her hair like cherry trees blooming out of season. Blue-white moonlight lit her slender face and shone from her blade. There was no doubt in her eyes that she was prepared to kill him, and yet she looked troubled. There was no kindness in her, but perhaps there would be mercy?
Chizuru’s father was gone and Chizuru didn’t know where or why. This attack had taught him that all his self-defence training was worthless. But it was more than protection that he needed. He needed hope. Hijikata’s eyes defied him to find it.
“I won’t run,” Chizuru promised. He did run, eventually, but it was only the once, before he learned to take Hijikata’s orders. Before he’d learned that her will was as sharp and as beautiful as her steel and that he would follow her to the end of their world.
