Visit of a Ghost.

[Nika]

Ioshihiro... father - he was a person with a deep belief into the ideas of traditional society.
Humble and obedient - that's how the women should've been in his imagination, and i have never matched either of these traits.
So we have never been getting along.
One day - his beliefs brought him too far. He always blamed my mother for me having the personality i had. But he never raised his hand to her, did not beat her.
Back then - roughly a year ago, once i came back from school - i heard my mother's screams, and my father's voice raised.
And then... that specific sound of hits, punches. I did not hesitate, i did not go to investigate before i grabbed my katana on the second floor... i caught the two them stuck in quite an unpleasant scene.

As she spoke - it was like those memories have came back to life. A badly lit room, two figures in the middle of it, affected by the candle lightning. Her father stood to his full height, wound her mother's hair in a fist, his face was distorted by wrath and disgust, all the negative feelings have overcame his patience.
His cruelty was almost physically sensible. So was her eagerness to end this, the Chrysanthemum squeezed her katana's grip in her fists. And did not hesitate to strike, her mind was afflicted with anger and disgust, just like Ioshihiro's.
Her anger was something that driven her forward, thrown her into the dire attack, and was the last thing she remembered after a short period of outage...
... the first thing Yuyu remembered after were herself, covered in his blood, her father laying on the floor, breathless, her mother staring at her in terror.

Perhaps, back then she did not yet understand what she have done.
But she knew she had to run. And Taisen escaped, seeking refuge on the other side of the law.

He harmed my mother. He was often yelling at her, blaming her for giving birth to me, for me being the way i am.
He considered her the source of some sort of negative influence on me.
He was wrong, but never bothered to listen.
On that day - he went too far. And raised his hand for her. The same treatment was probably awaiting me.
But i wasn't anything like my mother, i did not take this lightly.
And i did not hesitate to purge that filth from the world, straight to hell.

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Peace, being the distant dream it is, comes inevitably, and goes hand in hand with justice.
Cursed be the war.

Heroes never die! @Vitoniz30 @Connor