https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2GozE6XEqgLetting out a low whistle, you reverently take the dark steel dagger off the wall rack. Pulling it out of it’s sheathe, you take a look at it, careful to keep your fingers away from the edge of the blade. It’s a wicked looking thing, it’s blade twisted cruelly into something like a spiral. Loved by assassins for it’s poisonous effect, but only able to be acquired by the especially wealthy ones, what you’re holding in your hand is a thing of terrible, lethal beauty.
Next you take the vials. There’s a dozen total on the desk, each a different color with presumably a different but deadly effect. The thought had crossed your mind months ago after your duel with the mountain tiger to use the painkillers the village doctor had given you to poison your Father’s blade, and now you have something much better than mere painkillers. A cruel smile appears unbidden on your lips as you bundle the vials together with a piece of string, wrap it tightly in more ripped bed cloth and stuff it into your pocket.
Finally there’s the drugs. You’re not even sure what kind of drug it’s supposed to be, although you are at least certain that it <span class="mu-i">is</span> drugs. Perhaps you can sell it when you get to Neo-Tokyo. Or, a crazy thought whispers in your mind, you can use the drugs yourself in a pinch to give yourself an extra edge in battle. Looking at the picture of the achingly beautiful woman one final time, you decide to leave it behind. You wonder what <span class="mu-i">Remember our promise</span> written on the back was about, but it’s no matter. You don’t give a shit about your thief’s personal history.
Climbing out of the bunker, you take a deep breath of the fresh summer air, the hot sun arcing high overhead.
>Get started on traveling straight to Neo-Tokyo. No time to lose, either Akashi kills his target and becomes that much harder to track down, or he gets killed and the odds of you ever finding the 100th headband again go up in smoke.>Head back to the Inn and go see the family. You never properly thanked them for saving you when you were unconscious and paying for your room in that Inn. You feel as though you should get that done first before you start your hunt proper. 