The Forgotten
By natieeny
"Then, I have no choice but to kill you," he stated as he moved into his fighting position. His amber eyes were narrow as always, but hints of anger shown brightly in them now. His feet were about a meter or so apart, his left behind his right. His body faced the setting sun so that his right side faced his opponent. He had his knees slightly bent so he could execute the attack correctly. He held the hilt of his katana in his left hand, the blade perpendicular with the ground the sharp side facing up toward the setting sun. His right arm was straight, and his forefinger lightly touching the blade while his thumb was on one side and the rest of his finger on the other side.
He kicked off from the ground launching toward her ready to thrust the blade of his sword through her chest. She bent her knees and simply kicked off to the side when he was to close to change the direction of his attack.
"I have done nothing wrong, but if you insist, then go ahead and try. I warn you though. I know all of your attacks," stated the lady. She was a bit taller than him, but not by much. She had black hair tied back in a high ponytail, and her eyes were a bright amber.
He said nothing as he turned trying the attack again, hoping that he would catch her off guard, but it didn't, and she dodged once again.
"And even better..." she moved quickly into an identical stance as his after she had drawn her blade with her left hand. With her right arm in plane sight now, and with it the scar that ran down from her elbow to her wrist, the cops' eyes widened. She kicked off the ground and thrust her blade into his left shoulder. The blade connected since he was unprepared because of his shock. "...I can do them too."
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I wielded my first sword when I was only five. I didn't try and hide it, and it didn't take long for my family to find out, since they were right there when I did it. Before that day was over I was disowned from my family, forced to leave Kyoto for an extended time, and never allowed to go by my former name again unless, by some miracle, my family accepted me as one of them again. A few months after that I was allowed to return, but I had already been hiding about forests and sneaking in so it didn't change much for me. Most of the times when I snuck in it was to watch my brother train with his master so that he could master his sword technique. I too had mastered it, simply by observing. I have done that with many styles of fighting... by watching my enemy I learn new attacks.