“Chisame!” A girl cried out, “Chisame! Are you home?”
A girl with glasses and brown hair, named Chisame, appeared by her window, feeling tired like she already woke up.
“What do you want, Chiu?” Chisame growled.
“I haven’t seen you in a week, Chisame,” Chiu, a girl with pink hair and fox ears, called out, “Chiu grew worried about you!”
Chisame sighed, “Wish I could. My parents grounded me.”
“I was doing my homework and I accidentally swatted a textbook onto dad’s head. A fly flew by, but he didn’t listen. I couldn’t get out for a week.”
Chiu was sad.
“Aw, I’m sad that you didn’t come with me to our school trip,” she said.
Chisame added, “Did I forget to mention that I was ungrounded, but came up with a fever?”
“Oh, I didn’t know that,” Chiu said.
“I was bedridden for days. But I managed to recover well.”
She then asked Chiu, “Hey, weren’t not going to that Museum of Japanese Combat, right? I totally wanted to see the exhibits on some types of swords and weapons. In fact, I wanted to do a blog about certain legends in sword fighting.”
“You missed it, Chisame! The trip was yesterday!”
“Then why are you here???”
“I felt bad about seeing you gone for a week or two, so I thought maybe I’d invite you to come with me to the museum.”
Chisame groaned, “Aw, man! Curse my sickness! But at the very least, you didn’t forget about me, since I was sick.”
“So, are you coming, or not?” Chiu asked.
“Sure! Give me ten minutes!” She cried out
She rushed down to the closet and changed.
They were walking down the road. Chiu then asked, “So, how come you are obsessed over certain weapons? Wasn’t your dream to become a net idol?”
“No, my parents said that it was completely perverted,” Chisame sighed, “Maybe when I’m older, I’ll be able to become a popular idol.”
Chiu then pulled out a red heart-shaped pendant.
“Whoa! Where did you get that?” Chisame asked her.
Chiu responded, “I found it in my backyard, after I did the garden. Chiu was curious to know who it belonged to, but I’d figured that you can have it.”
Chisame slinked away, “Sorry, but that gaudy, yet gauche, trinket is not for me.”
Chiu put it away, as they arrived at the museum.
As they arrived, they appeared in a huge room with different swords and weapons from the old days of Japan. Chiu then thought that she would touch it, but it would really hurt. She stepped away and was very uneasy.
“Chiu feels worried. I cannot touch these items,” she whimpered.
“How so?” Chisame asked.
“One: They are too sharp! Two: I know my place; I cannot touch the exhibits.”
“Chiu, this is the finest sharp knives in the world. They aren’t steak knives. I mean, look at this sword. This long katana, with a dragon print, must be from the 600s.”
“I’m going with 1600s for this. Is that the reason why you’re flunking Japanese History?”
“So sue me! I was just trying to observe some beautiful weapons.”
Chisame then looked at two broadswords, with the handles embedded in diamonds, and read the inscription:
“The Emperor’s favorite swords, during the Edo era.”
She huffed, “I’ll bet no one in that era wanted to steal these items. Look at those rubies and diamonds.”
“Not to mention that it’s covered in gold. Chiu figured that King Midas learned to use them, too.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Chisame glared.
She then concluded, as she held up her camera, “Well, this will do, for now. I wanted to show these people on my blog about these. But I wanted to see some past legends in the Japanese style of sword fighting.”
Just then, a woman in brown hair, done up in a bun, dressed in a red uniform, took Chisame’s camera.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she decreed, “No flash photography, please.”
“HEY! I wasn’t gonna take a picture!” Chisame shouted.
“Yes, you were!” Chiu griped.
The woman shouted, “I knew it! Even if you did, the flash would grow huge, blinding everyone. One small snap in one minuscule flash may cause the metal to reflect off of it. So, for that matter, I am confiscating this camera.”
“Can I, at least, turn off the flash?” Chisame asked.
“No!” The woman barked.
“Stupid!” Chisame sobbed, “And here I was, looking forward to a good day…”
“No, don’t cry, Chisame,” Chiu comforted her, as the woman felt bad.
“Sorry, ma’am,” she said, “I am confided by the rules to make sure no one was able to share, but I don’t want to have people blind and ruin the entire exhibit.”
“No, it’s okay,” Chiu said, “She was just looking for certain legends and folklore.”
“I was not! I wanted to blog about this fine culture!” Chisame snapped.
The woman then bowed and said, “Perhaps maybe I should show you one of our best displays.”
She then ordered the girls to follow her. The woman was, in fact, the curator of the museum.
“Wow…” Chiu said, “I wonder what she’ll show us, huh, Chisame?”
“Probably some ancient blade…” Chisame griped.
They arrived at a huge wing, full of pictures and replica swords. The woman dubbed it the “Setsuna Sakurazaki Exhibit”. She also stated that the exhibit has yet to be opened.
“Setsuna Sakurazaki?” They both asked.
“Yes,” she exclaimed, “She was one of the most talented sword fighters in the world. In fact, she saved a girl’s life, during her recent times. At a young age, around fifteen, she was declared a hero to the world. However, something went terribly…”
She held her tears and calmed down.
“Ma’am,” Chisame asked, “So, do you know her?”
“Well, I have a mother that met with her, before she left,” the curator explained, “But she told me all about it.”
She then showed a glass display case of a mannequin that looked like Setsuna, right down to her pale skin and black hair, all done up in a huge left pigtail, and holding a nodachi in her right hand. She was dressed in a white shirt and red school uniform skirt.
“So, that’s her, right?” Chisame asked.
“Yes,” the woman exclaimed, “Setsuna Sakurazaki, the heroic swordsman from Japan is in display here.”
“I get the feeling why she’s gone now,” Chiu said, “She was turned into a dummy.”
Chisame scolded, “You idiot! No one in the world would turn a girl into a doll.”
“Ladies, I understand that you’re curious,” the curator spoke, “This mannequin resembles Setsuna, herself. In fact, this is an illustrative replica of her. No one knows about the real her, just yet. We have this mannequin up, in memory to her.”
“On the plus side, she looks beautiful,” Chiu remarked.
The woman declared, “Yes, but… but the display is incomplete. We’re still looking for her necklace. It must’ve got lost in the delivery. Until it is found, the entire wing cannot be shown to the public, which is going to open in one week.”
“I hope she’ll be complete, in time, for the exhibit,” Chiu smiled.
“So, how did she die?” Chisame asked.
“Oh, she didn’t die…” the woman explained, “To be honest, I don’t know why… No one knows. It started when she was enrolled in school. But she had a huge adventure.”
“And your mother was there?” Chiu retorted.
“Well, it’s kind of complicated, but there’s a lot you should know about Setsuna, aside from her style and looks.”
She then explained the story… of how Setsuna came to be… and how she disappeared.
This is the legend of Setsuna Sakurazaki, the greatest swordswoman in Japan.