12-31-2010, 09:35 PM
The wind blew silently, the flashes of light bounced off the metal craftmanship of the blade. He moved with the blade so elegantly. His moves ere swiftly and deadly, yet he did not take joy into this. His movements were of grace, mercy, and of beauty. If it was of joy, he would question himself on why he would take mercy into slaying his opponent, the minimal grace in bushido swordplay, and not admiring the beauty of such an old art. He would be a hypocrite and a heathen against his own teachings.
He moved swiftly and elegantly, taking each move with caution that nothing was in the way or approaching to interfere with his practice. With one quick movement of his arms, he finished his practice for today, sliding the sword back into the sheath. He stood up straight, stretching his limbs before saying. "You can come out now. Both of you" he said, knowing that there were others watching him.
He moved swiftly and elegantly, taking each move with caution that nothing was in the way or approaching to interfere with his practice. With one quick movement of his arms, he finished his practice for today, sliding the sword back into the sheath. He stood up straight, stretching his limbs before saying. "You can come out now. Both of you" he said, knowing that there were others watching him.