Kenshins Master Novels & Stories

> XI: Busted < -KakuiPotato *** "Oi! Fall on your knees!" Kaifei pulled down Ken'ichi when he stood up and stared at the Master who just came in front of them. "It's okay, Kaifei." the Master smiled. I don't understand. I thought... I thought he was dead? H-How come he's... alive? He's the real one, right? H-He's... "Old man..?" Ken'ichi muttered and took a glimpse at the master once again.

Kenny asked. 'I don't think there is a day you'll arrive before me, you should forget about that," Zeres responded. "Okey man, what the plan now? Did you get to talk to your friend?" Kenny asked. Zeres cleared his throat as he nodded his head," everything is well planned. "Good, I also thought of something, what about Master? I think he might of benefit to us," Kenny said. "Oooh, I almost forgot, yeah...we should get him ready." After Kenny and Zeres met years ago, Kenny had introduced him to Master and they became friends too. The only problem was that Master could not follow Zeres instructions.

Every movement was etched in her mind—clear, broken down, analyzed. The first, Kenji, was fast—maybe too fast. Japanese, shorter stature, lightning footwork, razor-sharp control. He struck before others even read the cue. Exceptional reflexes, and he understood one crucial thing: he wasn't the lead—he was the shadow behind it.

"Master just loves Kenshi so much he doesn't want the young pr— man to be taken away!" Mizuki looked down. Master Kaja's words replayed in her head. Is she under Kenshi's spell or something? There should be a reason why the old man told her that. After dinner, while Mizuko helps with wiping the plates dry, Miranda decided to talk to the young lady. "Are you afraid that what master Kaja said could be true? Are you doubting Kenshi?" "It seems like that," Mizuko muttered. "I have no idea what Kenshi is truly like. I do not know anything about him. I barely really know him."

There was something about the way he stared, as if he was trying to read through me. “Master Ken,” I said with a bow. He had an intense stare, the one that makes you feel like he is trying to break into your soul. He wasn’t like Ryan, the loud boisterous one who made you laugh. Ken was brooding, the silent storm that crashed through you. “Do you have a minute?” he said, it wasn’t a question, it was a statement. A silent command that I really didn’t have a say in it. No. I would like to be a thousand places away from you and your eyes.