The Demoness of Chengdu

 “This is my Grandfather’s ancestral home. He was in defence force, always away.” Hinata groaned as she rubbed one of her tender sides. You looked at the rubbish heaps in the corner, then scanned the walls. This man was a hoarder and also a hell of a martial artist. Katanas and wakizashis of every quality and style. He even had a few Western style swords. Hard bastard. “Why are we doing this again?” Daniel asked, his face crunched into a grimace. He loved traveling through Japan but this was the definition of nowhere, population no one. There probably wasn’t even an Izakaya in this little hamlet. “Mother and Father too old. We take the best, company take the rest.” Hinata said then gave him a hug around the waist. She looked into his eyes a moment, then ran her hand through his blonde hair. “Thanks for coming.” After they made their way into the garden he started fiddling with some of the water features when a glint struck his eye from the nearby shrine. Something was ...