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Once upon a time....
A Young girl dreamed of becoming a great and strong warrior. She boasted about her small skills and alwasy shouted to the sky "I will protect everyone!"
She tried hard to learn whatever she could, she tried to become strong. But what she was, was only a illusion.
One day the little girls friend was killed and she could do nothing to save them. She fought to protect her friend but she had no strength, fear stole her power from her. Afterward she was never really the same anymore. She stopped talking, stopped coming out of her room eventually she slipped into her own world.
In her world she is sitting, sitting on a small pillow a tray of tea sits beside her. The walls of mere wood, no paint the floor of bamboo, across from her is a paper sliding door. She watches the door, waiting for someone to enter, this someone she has not met or seen, but knows him well.
Beside her sits two glasses of tea, but there is only her. She is waiting.
Days pass, nights go by. The sun rises and sets. She dose not move. She is waiting.
Outside the Sakura trees blow in the gentle wind, She can here the koi swimming in the ponds.
Still she dose not move. She is waiting.
All hope seemed lost to her, but she did not give up she would become strong so she would loose no more friends or family. She would become strong. So she waited.

At long last, a man enters the Room, he walks over to the girl she bows her head and offers him a glass of tea. They drink. Her body that had been weak from not sleeping or eating is now as strong as ever.
She lifts the practice sword in her hands and they fight.
Beside her sits two empty glasses, She is fighting.
Days pass and nights go by, the sun rises and sets She dose not give up. She is fighting.
Outside the Sakura trees blow in the wind, the koi are swimming.
She dose not go outside, she is fighting.
She is becoming stronger, her master teaches her, she dances with the wind. her sword has become an extension of herself. She will become strong.
So She fights.

Finally in the world of reality she slowly opens her eyes. Years have past since she secluded herself in her mind. Her parents overjoyed to see her wake.
She is happy to see them but not yet, she has a job to do.
In the dead of night she approaches, she is unafraid.
Her enemies stand before her wielding weapons of thunder and fire. They cannot hit her. She kills them all, one by one they fall to her sword.
She as avenged her friend, regained her pride. but all is not done. She has one last thing to do.
Under the sakura tree her friened is buried. She prays, asking for her friends forgiveness.
Under the Sakura tree, as the petals fall to the earth. She vows to herself. She will protect everyone. Never again would she loose someone she cares about. She has become strong, her legends are written in the blood of her enemies, her tales are told through the swing of her sword.
She is waiting to join those she lost she is fighting to protect the ones she has not.
But at last, her roads ends in fire.
The room she started in is left abandoned, two cups of tea still sit. Her and her master no longer fight inside. Today they'll fight among the Sakura Trees as her dear friends cheer her on.