Prologue page two

“Now why would any monk send a letter of protection to a Bounty Hunter...” Yakuza shook his head…

Crumbing up the paper; he lit his cigarette. Once he inhaled the rain began to fall down. His faded blue eyes glanced at the sky. Great time to light a cigarette...He shook his head and threw the useless nicotine into a puddle. His ink black boots stepped directly where the cigarette had landed as he walked towards the old shrine. He put his hands in his pockets. His snow white hair didn’t seem to get any darker once wet as most hair did. He wore all black at all times. As if mourning his own life. The only color on this man was the necklace he wore around his neck. It was silver. And it was always holding the ashes of his dead sister. Yakuza was once a bodyguard and wondered if the monks knew. After his sister’s death he stopped protecting people. Now at the age of twenty-one Yakuza was a well known Bounty Hunter. With a heavy sword on his back, a katana at his side, and two handguns in each boot...Yakuza was a deadly opponent.

Moments before Yakuza arrived, a small black cat circled around a seemly empty room. Pop! Nami suddenly appeared out of nowhere and glomped the tiny cat. His name was Shiro, which was an odd name for an all black cat. He was her pet and Nami loved him. From outside the monks could hear the racket coming from Nami’s bedroom. The youngest monk was sent to see if the young priestess was all right. But when he opened the door no one was there. A slight breeze came passed the youngest monk as it became clear the window was wide open. Another monk stormed in and shook his head in frustration. “Not again...” Nami was known for running away when it was least convenient. Her med-length light aura hair was up in a tiny ponytail. It was held up with a large blue bow. Her outfit was a skintight blue body suit that was held by a very large darker blue bow. Her feet were bare with toeless blue socks and matching fingerless blue gloves on her hands. Her little legs ran as fast as they could as she held Shiro in her arms. She smiled to herself before letting out a strange laugh. “The great Tsunami will not be silenced!”
Yakuza opened the doors to the shrine. He walked in as if he owned the place. The monk at the front door tried to stop him from going any further but Yakuza walked right passed him as if he wasn’t there. Sensing something was wrong, a