Chronicles of Koyuki

Origins
“It’s because it’s not natural, I tell ye.” There was no mistaking that voice. Koyuki, if there was anything she had learned living on the battlefield as a shinobi, could easily discern voices. She never forgot one. It was how she knew just who she would extract vengeance upon in the next major battle, who were the most dangerous shinobi hidden behind their masks and disguises. This voice belonged to an elder of the Fukuoka, a cousin of hers who acted as an advisor to her parents.

“See, I told her parents that they should’ve never married their daughter off to that man. We have never intermingled with outsiders before, and just because we’re desperate don’t mean we should, regardless of whether they’re a giant or not,” Arata spoke, his rasp more indicative of his age than his long, greyed beard. As he did, he cut the deer from the trap they had caught it in. Koyuki sat and listened from the tree branches above.

“It’s why she miscarried all those babies, and almost miscarried Koyuki. Giants and Humans aren’t meant to be together, ya see.”

“Awh, come on Arata. That’s bullshit, and you know it!” the younger shinobi responded. He was of blue hair, his faced and body scarred from the rigors of war. Though his name was Saizo, he was typically referred to as Mubou instead, their way of saying reckless. He had never listened to his teacher’s. Instead, he thought his skill could speak for itself, which is why he always almost wound up dead. But, every time he sat on the brink of death, his talents emerged. The enemy called him the Immortal Saizo, for no matter how many wounds and injuries he sustained, he never seemed to die. Most of those stitches, Legs has done so herself.

“We would’ve never made it this far without Gragas. Remember the Kikyo Pass battle? You know, when we got trapped in that canon and he single handedly held it up for us when those damn Date were tryna bury us in it. Yeah, we would’ve all died if he wasn’t there,” Saizo continued.

“Yes, I understand that. He’s a fine warrior, one of the best we’ve ever had. Giants truly are deserving of their praise. But, that ain’t what I mean kid. See, Natsumi should have married one of us, somebody like you and me. That way, she’d have more kids,” Arata spoke. “You’re just saying that cause Natsumi’s fucking hot.”

“And so I wouldn’t be out here fighting, Pffwahahahaha!” Arata jested, yet there was a truth to his tongue.

“But, you have to admit. Koyuki is going to be good,” Saizo responded casually. “She’s only 6 years old, and she’s already a shinobi. Shit, did you see her fighting the other day? It was almost too easy for her.”

“She better be; the girl is bigger than you and me dammit.”