Chapter 3
As the angered samurai approached the man, slowly wielding his katana. The villagers broke from their shocken states and watched in excitement, yet tremble in fear of what might happen if the man wins the deadly duel.
" Didn't I say LEAVE!!!" said the man angrily.
The villagers continue to look onward as the samurai was only five feet from the man's angered face. The young girl looked at the man and saw him not even preparing for the initial strike.
" RUN!!!" screamed the girl sadly," YOU'LL BE KILLED!!!"
The man only glanced at her and then saw from the corner of his eyes. The group of women frightened for his own life. Yet, when he heard the stomping feet of the samurai. He faced the front again and suddenly he started focusing on his opponent's blade.
" DIEEEeee!!!" yelled the samurai sadistically.
He jumped into the air with the man's eyes still focusing on the tip of his katana. The villagers, the group of women, and the young girl all were quiet. Then without a word spoken, he came down with his katana right at the man's face. Then slowly cut through to the neck and then to the stomach. Everyone turned away from the sight of it and the young girl closed her eyes in disbelief. The samurai tore out of the man's body at the waist and started to celebrate his win of the legendary Mirai no Shi.
" This was it," laughed the samurai," he was all talk."
As everyone turned to see what was left of the man. They all shook their heads in disbelief. For the samurai's blade had no blood on it and the man was still standing. The samurai still celebrating didn't notice that the slashes on the man were slowly disappearing.
" Why didn't he just run," cried the young girl sadly," he would be still alive."
Suddenly, the man started walking towards the young girl, shocking everyone in the village. As the samurai turned and saw the man walking towards him, he gasped and staggered and fell to the ground, but the man only gave him a sicken look and continued walking towards the girl. As he approached her, she still had her eyes closed from the incident earlier.
" He is too slow to touch me."
The young girl opened her eyes in shock of the man's voice speaking to her. As she looked up, the man started to vanish, but before he did. He smiled at the girl and slowly turned at the samurai and gave him a devilish smile.
" Bu..bu..but how???" said the samurai frightenly.
" Because I am beyond you."
The samurai looked to the side and saw the man with his katana fully drawn on top of a roof. Everyone was confuse on how the man survive such a deadly attack. The samurai slowly got back on his feet and wiped the dirt off of him. While the man looked on with a evil look on his face.
" HOW DID YOU SURVIVE!!!" yelled the samurai," I KILLED YOU!"
" I could see that upward strike coming," said the man," for you are too much of a weakling to attack head on."
Everyone was amazed by such a tactic, yet knew that the samurai would not try another attack like that again. The young girl and the group of women couldn't believe the man that saved them was also the legendary Mirai no Shi that burned their village to the ground.
" It is time for you to die," said the man calmly," if you don't wish to join him..."
Before the man could finish what he was about to say, the villagers started to run from the area and leave the samurai to meet his demise. The young girl wanted to stay and watch, but one of the woman grabbed her and ran with the rest of the villagers and women.
" I want to stay here," cried the young girl," with him."
As all the villagers ran from the village, the samurai tried to sneak off within the crowd, but a quick slash from a blade would appear right before him and he would look up at the man in fear. Then in a matter of moments, the samurai and the man were the only people left in the now, empty village.
" I...I...beg of you," cried the samurai frightenly," spare me."
The samurai begged and pleaded, but it only seemed to sicken and anger the man even more. Then suddenly the man slowly grew the biggest frown and his eyes turn from being big to mere dots.
" You belittle me with your talk," said the man angrily," now PREPARE YOURSELF!!!"
The man leaped forward off the top of the hut towards the frightened samurai. With a now crazed look on his face, he landed on one foot, but suddenly he bounced and then leaped forward from that.
" TIME TO DIEEEeeee!!!"
The man started tightening his grip on his katana. While the samurai tried to turn and run, but the samurai was so frighten that everything moved in slow motion to him. Making a full turn take an eternity, but it was too little too late for him as the man strung his katana at the samurai's back.
" WHHHyyyy?!!?" screamed the samurai.
The man's blade cut through the samurai's armor and slowly into his very flesh. The man slowly began to smile and then laugh sadistically as he put more force into the strike. With one final scream, the man cut through the spinal core, spraying out the samurai's own blood and through the rib cage, cutting the heart and the lung in half. The man landed and staggered a couple steps in front of the dying samurai and glanced at his bloody katana.
" Do you doubt me now?" said the man sadistically," my dear samurai."
The samurai could only reply by coughing and gagging on his own blood as his upper body slowly slide off lower half. The man turned and smiled at the samurai and started to charge him one final time.
~IN THE FOREST~
" Did you here that scream?" said a old man.
" Yeah, you think it was the samurai?" answered a villager.
Everyone started talking about the scream they heard, but the young girl started getting worried and wanted to go back to the village, but the villagers wouldn't let her.
" He'll come after us next," said a man.
" We're doomed."
" Yes, doomed."
The group of women took this as their change to leave, but as they started making there way to the clearing. A bunch of men stopped them,but they didn't see the young girl and as they took the group of women back to where the villagers were. The young girl ran back to the village to find out who made that scream.
