WORDS OF AKIRA:PEN AND BRUSH ARE MY SWORD,UNTIL YOU.

Attempting to trail a ghost would be a simpler feat than this.
She runs as swiftly as a doe and is menacing like a tigress pursing the creature,it swings rusted blades at her,even it's massive arms of curled blades and torn muscles make no headway in reaching the woman.In fact it seems to be amusing to her.
It's dusk and there is ample enough light to still follow behind,difficult as it is hauling my camera and pack with me,meanwhile she wall runs up the sides of the neighboring alleyway while the creature only runs forward tossing trashcans,merchant stalls and to my chagrin a car."Why couldn't I have chosen another story....?"I think to myself,chasing this woman who is chasing the seventy-first of ''THE HUNDRED FOLD DEATH" 

The final remnants of a war time experiment gone wrong that attempted to reanimate warriors of old to combat growing worldly threats,Lord Tokugawa Madahide ordered such experiments to our detriment and the only success,She that I am now following miserably,is the one to slay them.

My name is Soreto Akira,I am a reporter on the tragedies from the birth of "THE HUNDRED FOLD DEATH''as well as the only known witness to a living class of warrior almost cut out of our 1920's era world.

The Onnamusha.

I lose sight of her briefly as she is able bodied like a monkey with boundless energy,I bound steps of stone up the largest hotel in the area to witness and write it all down,when I reach the top and pause to breathe,what a wonderous feeling,I find her paused at the buildings corner,her eyes on the creature that is howling in pain at her recent volley of shuriken like blades.The woman looks back to me for a moment,I have yet untill now seen her face and I attempt to force myself to speak,get a name out of her but find myself struck.

She is a vision of beauty and death clad in black slim armor showing a figure I hadn't anticipated to be so gentle looking,and eyes fierce like a raging sea,even her hair is like watching a black wave of ocean water crashing around but not failing to hide a breathe stealing face.
She smirks like it is a given to be thought of like that and she pulls forth a kodachi twin set and launches herself down from the building top and directly onto the seventy-first,He seems prepared for it like when he was naturally alive he may have even fought her,he screams like a creature from the stories we were told to keep us from going where we shouldn't,flinging the blades that curled onto his muscles and makes a massive swing with it like one would a chain,it sends me sprawling but unharmed.I rush forward to look over the rail to see the onnamusha,evade it by leaping to yet another rooftop,shooting seemingly endless bullets into the shoulder socket that keeps the curled  blades in place,only a distraction as I have seen her do to the first thirty I witness her firsthand kill(all having been tattooed there experiment number long ago to track them better before a scientist became madly obsessed with one unidentified number leaving Kyoto and eventually beyond to suffer the consequences of the onnamusha isn't fast enough)
The warrior woman uses her kodachi's to slice and slide down it's back,he howls and tries to ram his back against  the merchant shops missing her over and over while she hacks into his back, climbing slowly up and heads directly to the weak spot,the upper jugular line,she slides and spins past his flailing hands and the spikes that he begins to shoot out from the upper chest cavity that is opened up to let loose the secret of the creatures  renewed life,
GOLDEN SCARAB ROOT FLY LARVAE.

A secret that I am to find out more of as I follow this warrior woman who just sliced the jugular point leading the seventy-first to move about wildly,crashing into business and home alike terribly,I see owners and citizens come out gradually to witness the damage and the end of the battle as the creature finally dies,only the now mature scarab remains which the warrior woman takes in hand and into her satchel immediately,she kneels to clean her swords on the tattered warrior garb of old shogunate era,watch her load up her pistols and take a small token,looks like a wooden carving of "PEACE"in kanji,she lays it down on that place where it died.
Her lips uttered something softly my lipreading is weak but judging by her eyes it seems to be almost kind,sad,pained.

Afterward,she turns slightly throwing a massive bag she had hidden,how did she know to hide it there I wonder?,then tosses a coin sized object in the air creating a small fog that lasted all of ten seconds to which she disappears again,this time though I caught her eyes and a small wink was aimed towards me and a small kanji lettered note lands on my head reading.
"Become more able if you wish to hunt along.Regards,Hajime Aoi"
"You will be the death of me warrior woman,my impending,violent death...."I sigh out,then turn to watch a great number of the people here who have lost there homes or business curse her,the creature and everything as they survey the loss of the lives they held,I catch sight of one lone child that opens the large bag,he pulls out large sums of money in his small hands and the people are rather surprised,
Still cursing her existence and those of the remaining''THE HUNDRED FOLD DEATH".