Aftermath and Recovery

All of a sudden as I was charging at him while dodging his shots; the sword started vibrating again. It was then I remembered what a sensei told me. He said. "The whistling sword is a style that is guided by the wind. If an attack is made right, you will hear the whistle of the wind."

I jumped in the air drawing back sword behind me with the blade facing out at the same time. I spun in midair while swinging the sword out from behind me straight down to toward Steve. It was at this very moment the same gust of wind encompassed me and the sword. As I swung down, I heard a whistling sound before impact I said, "Whistling wind style, Gyaku-Ushiro Sutoraiku (reverse rearward strike)." At the same time, I said that and slung down that same burst of wind went down with the blade in such force. It was as the wind was pushing the edge down.

As I started to catch my breath and calm down, I looked up at the notorious Crater Steve. There lay a lifeless corpse split in half with such precision and force that even his armor was cut in two. At the sight of this, his remaining men looked at me trembling then took off running. Tired from the combat, I used my remaining strength to bury my family; then went inside the house. I attempted to sleep but ended up crying for many nights. Everything I had and known was gone. The only one I had left was that swordsman; so I went to the dojo.

There I told him about what happened. Him and his wife then, in turn, provided me a place to stay. There I attempted to recover and continue my training tirelessly. Knowing my troubles have only begun; that the only way to end it was to defeat Eon Pax.