While I was out training, getting used to running again. I was out for a night, and I slept on the turf underneath a large oak (or what I presumed to be an oak, frankly, I had no clue). The next morning while building up my left arm's strength, mobility, and abilities up to those of my right, while training, unknown to me, was that I was being observed. By another swordsman who was garbed to secretively that you could have though that it was because they hiding a body they did not like.But that is besides the point. This observer was maybe a foot shorter than I, but the sword upon "his" back was long, and had two handles, in comparison to his person. From the view, it looked to be a pair of kodachi or a nodachi.Near the end of the day, as dusk was settling in, the watcher finally struck. Swiftly "he" leaped from the nearby tree on which "he" squatted. Drawing up the blade, above "his" head as "he" falls from above at high speed to strike down upon me. Quickly I raised my sword to block, thinking back, that katana's could only be cut by a high speed object in a specific spot.(8inches from the tsuba) Drawing upon all my strength to hold off this first strike. Steel against steel, as "he" is sustained in the air by the sheer force of the cut, and my block, and then the end of my sword falls to the ground. Broken, as is now my spirit and hope to win. A small giggle comes from my attacker whom has assumed a fighting stance across form me, and begins to charge in. As i quickly asses things, I know I'm going to die if this continues much longer. Taking up whats left of my once proud sword. I assume the stance of Hadanse(hilt is placed a fist above my forehead) and wait for the strike in my most mobile of foot positions. One chance, to get one cut, at the last second.
Pushing off the ground, I engulf my sword in flames as I draw back from the hit. CLANG! Again, blade against blade, only, mine is no longer there. All that is left is the fire I surrounded the sword in, the remnants of the steel are now glittering shards. Turning to run back to the first cut steel. I tumble and grasp the edge in my hand, a vice-grip of life or death. Again I lash out the strongest cut I have to offer, and again my blade shatters. Falling back now, my vision starts to have spots appear. As i force conciseness into my body. I begin surrounding myself in waves of fire. Placing my hands in a ki center I spin a full 360 degrees and lash my hands out in a palm strike at the open air towards my attacker. A fiery inferno of a wall lunges out, forcing "him" far back into the forest away from here.
A now half charred forest stood in front of me. Shattered steel laid around me, and I grabbed the hilt and sheath of my sword and sprinted all the way to the the Cathedral, in the city. The city of C'atha
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