Divine Wind

It was tiny patch of land, all things considered. A square that was one mile by one mile, buried on the main island of Kuwahawi like a tie rack drowning in an overstuffed closest. The ground was flat but for a single hill, a very thin river ran through it, and it had been clear cut down to the grass on the ground. There was nothing valuable on it, nothing worth taking and nothing worth stealing, but it belonged to her all the same. For now the General dug out her potatoes, stabbing at the dirt with a spade and ripping the spuds out.

No one knew where she'd come from or who she was, least of all her; She'd walked out of the waves one day a few years ago, all her red clothes soaked, her hat overflowing with water before she'd drawn her sword, marched up the beach, and declared war on the island.

It had been a relatively short engagement. After bathing a city block in gunfire and sending artillery barrages at a SWAT team, someone had the bright idea to negotiate for peace before she razed everything. It had stopped her in her tracks, head down, thinking it over before the weaponry that followed her switched to parade rest and she sheathed her blade. The battle was vital, the war was life, but it was also only a means to an end. The square of scrubland was territory conquered, even if it was small and unimportant.

Ever since then she'd lived quietly, for the most part, building and sleeping in a one room shack with a dirt floor she'd hammered together out of pallets, growing her garden, and following the terms of the treaty that had been drawn up. The other islands weren't all that great anyway. There was only one of her, and at some point, her reach would've exceeded her grasp. Better a bird in hand than gambling on two or three roosting in the bushes.

Quiet voices made her snap her head up and stand, throwing her large red coat back across her shoulders as she marched around her hill, eyes steely and mouth in an irritated crescent. She knew she'd come around and see a few idiot tourists without even spotting them or listening hard. The locals knew about her and knew her two simple requests; not to step foot on her land, and to never, ever pick anything out of her garden. In return she kept out of their lives and away from their own property.

What she didn't know was that certain locals, after being held up like fascinating kitschy specimens or having their culture treated like a zoo by those same tourists would every now and then send the idiots to her. The General had special a way with people.

When she spotted the two teenagers, she was able to approach within twenty feet by the time they spotted her, and her hand crept to her sword before eight older single-shot rifles floated behind her in a half wheel like wings. She adjusted her hat as all three of them looked at each other.

"Uh... Hi. Are you the-"

"You shit for brains not see the barbed wire? Or the signs?" She snapped, almost drawing her blade. Four of the guns behind her went off as she stared to the other one. "Get out now."

"...This isn't a, uh, Hemp farm?" Asked the other timidly. The General's glare deepened.

"I don't grow weeds. Go away." She said seriously, the other four guns discharging to prove her point. She waited until they were almost at the edge of the trees before she called out "Wait!" General Oda knelt down and picked up a fist-sized rock before tossing it over her shoulder, eyes still locked on both the trespassers. It thumped the ground and rolled away, something in the ground clicking-

The land mine exploded, hurling dirt, grass, and fire upward and outward, blowing the tapers of her coat in front of her. Both the tourist's eyes widened like saucers before they were crashing brought the undergrowth. She threw her head back and laughed heartily, arms crossed over her chest.