It was almost one full year after the day Tsubasa’s best friend’s life was taken in a bloody raid. Tsubasa had felt angry ever since. He had a notoriously short fuse after it happened, the once calm Tsubasa. Tsubasa was given that nickname when he was five years old, it was that friend, Sumiko Yamakawa, who gave it to him, and it was given to him for how he appears to fly when he fights. Tsubasa was a modern samurai; he earned the title at a young age and lives up to it really well.
    It was a quiet afternoon when Tsubasa was riding in the back of a bus with his friend Hankin, they both as samurai carry their swords with them. “Tomorrow is the anniversary of Sumiko’s death.” Hankin said. “Don’t bring it up please; you know how I am about her death.” Tsubasa had said
“It’s been almost a year, if you would have got on with your life, you would have made new friends, her death will haunt you for the rest of your life, but you don’t have to take it so hard.”
Tsubasa knew that he was right, but at the same time he felt like there is no way Hankin could ever understand, not only was Sumiko his only other friend, but he had a huge crush on her. He was going to ask her to be his girlfriend, but she died before he had the chance.
“Calm yourself down Tsubasa, I can tell you are angry at me.” Hankin said.
“Of course I am angry, you belittle her death.” Tsubasa said.
    The car stopped, they had arrived at Tsubasa’s stop, and Hankin was not getting off here. Tsubasa picked up his sword and walked off the bus.

    Tsubasa walked into his tiny room, it had a beat up old bed, old wallpaper, and the only other piece of furniture was a halfway decent desk. He hadn’t had much of a motivation to work since Sumiko died. He looked over at the desk that was normally covered in schoolwork, but the desk was cleaned, and on top of that there was a sword, a bloody sword on a stand labeled Gawado Shinji, and below is a tally adding up to 100. In front of the stand is a piece of paper reading, “Anyone who uses this sword is granted infallibility for his next killing, however it is at the risk of the user’s life.” Tsubasa thought, ‘Using a sword is always risky’. He picked up the sword, it had a heavily bloodstained blade and some knocks in the blade showing that it was used before. The sword did not include a scabbard, so Tsubasa picked up his other sword and took the scabbard off, after comparing the curve and size of his sword and the bloody blade. He determined that they would fit in the same scabbard. When he tried to put the scabbard on the bloody blade, it would only go a few inches in, his hand had slipped off the scabbard and he had accidentally cut himself on the blade, the sword then went right into the scabbard. Tsubasa ran straight to the bathroom to get gauze to cover the cut on his hand, never before had he been so clumsy. He got angry and was about to kick the blade, but he realized, the blade guarantees infallibility for his next killing. This is the time to avenge Sumiko’s death.

    It was the day of the anniversary of Sumiko’s death, Tsubasa went to the Library to borrow a computer, he wanted to look up the name of the one who led the men who killed Sumiko after having put her though a sight that nobody should ever have to witness.
    It was a Korean group, The Haneul. The leader is named Hyun. He lives in Gwangju in Korea. He had the sudden desire to get out of the library and head to the Guchikawa building nearby. He felt he had to, so he did.

The top floor of the Guchikawa building was empty, it was a small museum that was open to the public, it had some old Japanese art as well as a great view of the city. Tsubasa’s anger started to rise, and rise, but without a real reason. Two men had arrived by elevator, and Tsubasa’s anger peaked. One of the men was a Japanese man in a suit, he had no weapon on him but he did have a briefcase. He placed the briefcase on a bench and faced the other man, who was a Korean man who had a sword.
“The latest on the chase of Hyun shows that he may be taking residence in Japan, in the Hokkaido prefecture, his gang however we suspect may be somewhere else.” The man with the briefcase said.
The Korean man had placed his hand on his sword, he drew it and the Japanese man turned around right as the Korean man drove the sword into the man’s neck, piercing only his windpipe. The man’s neck started to bleed more and more, the man gasped for air but with a hole in his neck he could not hold any air, he tried screaming but he could not because all of the air just came out of the hole in his neck. He started to struggle helplessly until he fell silent, he no longer struggled, no longer moved his mouth in order to try to scream.
    “A perfect silent death, eh Hyun?” Tsubasa said
“Yes, this is a good way to kill someone, it’s silent and if you are careful it does not spurt blood out everywhere.” He said in a heavy accent.
“You are the one who killed those samurai exactly one year ago, you killed Sumiko.” Tsubasa said full of anger.
“Sumiko, ah yes, the girl who killed herself when my men tried to rape her, the last one alive. I admit she did put up quite a fight despite how futile her situation was.”
“You what?” By now Tsubasa had his sword drawn; the bloody blade was pointed right at his neck. “I will kill you.”
Hyun also had his sword out, ready to strike with a look of infallibility in his grin. He thrusted at Tsubasa, but the sword itself moved to block, and in one circular motion he had slashed Hyun in half, throwing his blood on the window. Hyun had screamed, but he soon died from the blood spewing out of his body. Tsubasa could feel a sadistic grin creep across his face, he was finally able to avenge the death of Sumiko. He was then overcome with sudden grief, no explanation for it, he had killed before after all.
Tsubasa pulled out his notebook and pencil and wrote…

It is Sumiko
Who waits for me in heaven.
I will join her now.

Tsubasa jammed the bloody sword in his chest, yet more blood spilled on the otherwise flawless carpet. As his life slipped away he heard the voice of Sumiko saying “I was waiting for you Tsubasa.”

    Only an hour later Hankin walked into the room and saw the bloody sight, by now Tsubasa’s sword had disappeared, though Tsubasa was there in a bloody mess on the carpet. “Shinji of the 100 killings, Muromasa’s own sword, is now Shinji of the 101 killings.” He said struck with grief.
    On the other side of the room the spirits of Sumiko and Tsubasa where holding hands while standing right next to each other, able to interact with the world, but no mortal humans can see them.