Literature
Battousai vs Yukimura Chizuru
As the night was still young, the stars had barely risen to the sky and the moon had barely started its usual trip to the blue-black of the universe, there were footsteps, fast footsteps at the small alleys of Kyoto. There was a slightly noticeable mist that was covering the streets under those feet (that were running) like a small flow of water. It was cold, chilling cold that night of December. Even the small puddles of water to the streets were frozen. Soon the snow would start to fall in a couple of days or weeks as winter was finally in. There were people running, holding their swords to their belts. They seemed scared, though, even if t