Chiyo was on her way home.
After-academy chores at the Araikettei compound were ... uneventful. She mostly was helping her parents around the mansion, with small chores that one could entrust to a child. But, they still had more work to do, and she had to get ready for the next day at school. And also do chores at her own home. And cook dinner for family for when they'd finally come home late. It was a busy day. So much so, Chiyo actually looked forward to classes tomorrow. At least, then she'd be doing something she enjoyed doing. Chores and servant work were ... less enjoyable.
The girl wore her dark-purple kimono - the same she wore to the Academy. She was very proud of it, as it made her look samurai-like. It came with a turquoise sash, and a scabbard, inside of which was her wooden sword she used for classes, spars, and everything else, really! Not a weapon - academy students weren't allowed steel. But a hefty stick nontheless.
That stick would soon come in handy. As she was passing by her favorite training grounds, she heard grunts, and sounds of something hard hitting something soft and fleshy. Raising an eyebrow, unable to quite identify the source, she turned around corner, to see what it was. It sounded like someone was mashing potatoes.
In fact, it was someone mashing someone's face in.
'What... what is he...'
Chiyo froze. She saw blood on the ground. She also saw a boy on top of another boy, beating him up, with a vile, violent smirk on his face. He was bigger than her. He had a headband. The boy on the floor didn't. The girl recognized him as one of the boys from her academy.
'So this is what losing a fight looks like...'
Chiyo swallowed. To her shame, the first emotion she felt at the picture was not that of anger or righteous indignation. It was fear. Fear that she, if intervened, might not win that fight. And then it would be her on the ground, getting her face punched in. Come to think of it, Chiyo had never lost a fight. Not a serious one, at least. Chasing boys her age with a stick, for fun, was one thing. This was ... another. All these thoughts went through the girl's head in a few moments, that were likely very long for the unfortunate victim. Her hand was on the hilt of her bokken. Her knuckles whitening.
'What would... what would a brave samurai do?'
She knew the answer. And so, she drew her wooden blade.
"Hey..." - Chiyo called out, but it was so quiet the word stuck in her dried out throat. She inhaled, and tried again, much more firmer, this time.
"HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?! YOU LET HIM GO!"
The girl yelled from behind, at the top of her lungs. Maybe if she yelled loud enough, she'd scare the bully into fleeing.
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