To kill, that is this woman's profession. To kill, that is the only means by which she can survive.
Her name is Suzuka.
There are none that know her past. There are none who ask about her past.
Through killing she finds herself. She weeps as she watches the wind, and senses the currents of the universe in her skin. This is the kind of woman Suzuka is.
She is not a special woman. All women are special. All women possess many faces, yet no man has even seen the faces of Suzuka.
All that men can see is the gleaming sword she holds in her hands.
Even if these men, who see her gleaming blade were to receive just a brief smile, they would never see it or know of it while they were alive.
This woman's name is Suzuka. To kill, this is her profession.
