The cold wind howls through the starless night. There was a certain chill of looming dread in the night city. Despite that, the night city was alive and shone brightly like it always did. A hooded swordswoman stood at the edge of the rooftop, staring down at the traffic on the roads. The swordswoman took off her hood which revealed her long black silky hair. Her long hairbangs that covers the right side of her face fluttered gently in the wind. Her cold eyes’ irises were reflected by the lights of the night city. The lights of the bright city reflected across the cold irises of the swordswoman. The swordswoman’s outfit was black. It was her favourite color. Black shirt, black shorts, and the black leather jacket she wore.    

“Kyra, the target is on the 60th floor,” Her earpiece crackled.     

Kyra gripped her katana’s scabbard tightly. 

“Understood.”

Kyra took a deep breath and jumped off the rooftop. She spread her arms and the wind strongly hits her body as she free falls. As she approaches the 60th floor, Kyra curled up her body and smashed through the windows and landed onto the coffee table. Men in dark suits immediately stood up from their chairs, alarmed. Kyra scanned the room as they were still in a state of shock. The target wasn’t in this room. Kyra assumed one of her sword stance.

Twin Style 7th Form: Rotatory Slash.  

Kyra lowered her stance.  She then unsheathed her katana and sliced the five men around her. Their bodies fell limp to the ground. Right after, more men, armed with pistols, burst through a door in front of her.Kyra ducked towards the counter for cover as the men started firing. The firing stopped after about 10 seconds as their pistols were empty. They started to reload.

“Did we get h-”

The man did not finish his sentence as Kyra vaulted over the counter and cut him down diagonally across the chest in a quick fashion. Kyra pushed the body towards the men behind to stagger them.

Twin Style 5th Form: Widash

Kyra moved to the right and proceeded to slice their necks with one huge arm swing from right to left.        

Blood dripped from her katana. Kyra looked at the door where the men came though. It led out to the hallway. There was only one door on her left in the room.

The target must be in there.

Kyra slowly walked towards the door and stopped a meter away from it. She closed her eyes and focused. She listened intently and heard 2 different breathings from the room. One ,that was heavy and nervous, appeared to be in the center of the room. The other was less nervous and was located on the left of the door. Kyra walked towards its general direction, raised her katana and stabbed through the wall. A shriek echoed from the room as Kyra withdrew her sword from the wall. Without hesitation, she proceeded to push open the door.  The first thing she saw was the bodyguard, whom she stabbed, struggling on the floor while choking on his blood as his throat had been stabbed open. Her target was squirming and whimpering on a sofa ahead. He scrambled towards the next sofa on his right. Kyra dashed towards him at almost lightning speed and stomped on his left ankle mercilessly. 

crack 

The target hollowed in pain. He looked at his assailant in terror. His widened eyes darted around and a sigil on her left breast of her jacket caught his attention.  It was a skull with bleeding eye holes and a silver knife sticking out of the top right part of the skull. Everyone knew what that sigil was.

“Y-You’re from the Fukagi Family?!”

Kyra raised her katana above her head. The target raised his hand.

“No. Wait, I’m just a bo-”

Kyra swung her katana down. The target’s hand dropped and his body was lifeless.

“Target eliminated.”

“The target has escaped the building.”

“Eh?”

Kyra’s eyes darted around the room and spotted a shelf that was out of place. There was a small gap coming from between the shelf and the wall. Kyra then heard wind coming from the gap. It appeared that the shelf was a door that led to a hidden passage. The target must have escaped when he heard Kyra burst through the window.

Her earpiece crackled once again, “It would seem the man whom you just killed was a body double.”

Kyra’s shoulders slumped and her face started to flush red. Thanks to her flashy entrance, her target had gotten away. Kyra just wanted to show off and she couldn’t believe that she would mess up her first assassination so badly.

DAAAMN IIIT.

Afterword

So this is my first serious attempt at a story or a novel. I hope that you will follow with me through this new journey. As of now, I’m currently working an illustration of Kyra. I’m not going to lie. The illustration is going to take a long while because I’m still learning to draw. Also, do note that this isn’t a finalized version of the first chapter. I would say this is a finalized finalized draft. So in beta state if you will. And well so is the sigil. I will definitely improve on it in the future as I practice on my drawings and illustrations. To end it, please support me and please give me feedback so I can improve my writing and drawings. Thank You! (^o^)

P.S. I haven’t actually decided on a title yet. For now, it’s Kyra. Originally I wanted Kyra the Blackswordswoman. But I think just Kyra works…. for now.