...was refreshing when it brushed against my back as I exited the bamboo thickets. I sighed as I looked down at my blade, noticing the red stains from the blood were still on it's smooth surface. Kneeling down, I used the bottom of my hakama to wipe the blood stains off. I didn't want it to dry, for it was much harder to clean the katana once the blood dried on it. Not only would it of made it hard for me to withdraw the blade, but it would also looked horrid. I hate having my blade look dirty. After a few quick wipes, the metallic surface lustered as it did before the dirty deed. I glanced back around my surrounding noticing, studying the peaceful scene outside the edge of the bamboo forest. Nothing but flat rolling hills meet my gaze till the horizon, where a few flickering of lights could be seen. I stood up, brushed what dirt gathered on myself and continued walking down into the grassland. It was then I paused. That eerie feeling I get when I'm being watch overcame my being. It was then I was aware I wasn't alone. Somewhere out there, someone else was watching, if not following me. I stopped and turned to where I came. Standing there was two others, dressed in the color of night. Both had out their weapons in their hands. One armed with what looked like a crude hatchet and the other armed with a straight edge blade, no longer than three feet. I smiled as I then freed my own weapon from it's case, feeling the monster within me returning. Deep breaths. I thought. One...
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