Chapter Forty-Four - Sword Talk

Chapter Forty-Four - Sword Talk

Chapter Forty-Four - Sword Talk

The term samurai was, for the most part, a meme that became part of the standard lexicon. Early vanguards--as theyre appropriately called--were compared to feudal warriors, a new caste of expert combatants against the Antithesis threat.

Someone made the comparison to the ancient samurai, and despite some glaring inconsistencies between the actual samurai and the vanguard (notably, the vanguard dont answer to any lords or government) the term stuck.

Interestingly enough, there are a number of vanguard that gravitate towards a self-image very similar to the pop cultural depictions of actual samurai. From carrying swords, to cultivating a gentleman warrior personality, they mimic the legends of the past to further their own image in the present.

--Lecture on the Cultural History of the Ancient Warrior, Professor Hickmen, 2040

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Hey Rac, I said as I sat down in the kitchen.

The girl pulled her head out of the fridge, a block of cheese in her mouth, a loaf of bread tucked under her arm, and I think every bottle of condiment in the fridge was pressed against her side. Hmh, was her reply.

I watched as she navigated over to the table and dumped everything onto it, then returned to the fridge to scavenge out more stuff. Whatcha making? I asked.

Sandwich, she replied, her voice made echoey on account of her being halfway in the fridge.

Cool, I said. Guess Ill make one too.

Rac returned with three packages of food, while I found some plates and some knives from one of the drawers. For some reason likely related to the kittens, there were no sharp knives left in any of the drawers, just butter knives.

Rac and I made sandwiches. It was nice.

The hams the best, Raccoon said between large bites.

I hummed. I like the turkey better, I replied. We had made a few sandwiches from all the meats available. Real meats too, at least according to what was written on their packages.

So, Rac said. She reached over and grabbed a juice box, tore the straw off the back, and jammed it through the top. She slurped loudly before speaking again. When do you want me to leave?

You dont have to, I said. I shoved the end of my current sandwich down my mouth, then slapped a piece of bread down on my plate and reached over for the tomato paste.

Im not going to stick around and be one of your kittens, Rac said. Im my own girl, and I can take care of myself. Also, pass the mayo.

I passed her the mayo. Thats alright too. But if you ever need a place to spend the night, then were around. And if youre looking for work...

You said that already. What kind of work? All I know how to do is pick up trash.

Well, it happens that thats exactly what the job Im thinking of needs, I said.

What job?

I looked up as Lucy walked into the kitchen. Her hair was a wet mop above her head, dragged down and looking kind of pitiful. She was in fresh clothes, which is to say torn up cargo pants and a stained t-shirt.

Im hiring Rac for a thing. Also, we need to go clothes shopping.

We do, Lucy agreed.

Later today... maybe?

Cool, Junior said. Can I buy weapons and shit?

Wait, what? Daniel asked. Are you serious?

Do you want to babysit? I asked him.

He froze for a moment until his eggs started to hiss in the pan. I retract my objections, he said.

You ready? Lucy asked. She was waiting by the door, a knowing smile in place and her hand on the handle. She seemed eager to get going, and I didnt have any good reason to slow her down.

Yeah, I said before adjusting my coat with one hand. The other was busy holding onto the sheath of my sword.

Rac and I followed Lucy out into the corridor, the girl next to me still stuffing her pockets full of packaged meat and some stuff shed swiped from the pantry.

Why do you have a sword? Lucy asked.

Because its cool, I said. Besides, I dont want to leave this thing with the kittens.

Okay, but its a sword. You have guns. You have railguns, even. And a rocket launcher, Lucy pointed out.

And now I have a sword, I said.

Lucy stared at it, then back up to me. You need a belt for that, she said. Or at least something to hold it. You cant walk around with a sword in hand all day.

I mean, I can, it would just be really inconvenient.

Why a sword anyway? Lucy asked.

I dunno, but I like it? It looks cool.

Lucy slid her arm around mine and held on close. So it makes you feel powerful? Like a giant phallic symbol, then?

Its not like that, I said.

Oh Cat, maybe later we can play with your sword together, Lucy murmured next to my ear.

I felt my cheeks warming. I said its not like that.

Sounds like its like that, Rac said.

Shush you. No mocking my sword.

Id never, Lucy said. Dont worry, Im sure your sword is a lot more impressive than most other swords. It certainly looks a lot bigger.

Damnit Lucy.

Its one of those Japanese looking ones, Rac said. So its probably not good for thrusting.

I hate both of you.

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