I looked away from Julie and stared at my clenching fist while continuing my next words.
“It’s the day she was killed……….”
Julie twitched at the edge of my view and she clenched her fists.
“…………..Tooru’s precious person was your sister huh”
“Yeah………..”
She asked me to confirm and I nodded to her words.
Silence got in between for a while before I started to talk about my past.
Until 2 years ago, I learned Juukenjitsu at a certain dojo.
My deceased father being a disciple of that dojo was one of the reasons why.
My first memories of it were when my mother brought me to the dojo to pick up my father when he was still alive.
Over there-----I met him.
He was the successor of the dojo and the same age as me so, we talked during that occasion and found out that we were going to the same school.
We became friends in no time.
That’s why I decided to stand beside him, shoulder by shoulder, and swing my sword without any hesitation.
Otoha was always with us.
Since Otoha would always follow me from behind, it was probably a natural thing to happen.
I, Otoha and he passed the days together and our relation got stronger.
We laughed and talked.
Warm and fun happy days continued for several years.
Tora would sometimes join in and things would get even nosier than usual, thus making it fun.
I believed that these days would continue forever and never doubted that fact.