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Chapter 3: Samurai Showdown
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Blood leaked down the left side of Aiden's torso staining the crisp earth dark red. The blade had run through his left abdomen, purposefully missing the vitals, but still a serious wound. Aiden pressed his left hand against the puncture and painfully push himself up against the tree, getting to his feet. Kyoto flicked his katana removing the blood from its blade.
Aiden: Why....did you miss?
Kyoto: Miss? Oh no, my blade never misses my friend. Whoever sent you will likely send another, so I need answers.
In a flash Kyoto lunged forward this time driving his katana through Aiden's upper left shoulder, pinning him against the tree.
Aiden: Gaaaahh!
Aiden peered down at his gun which was now sitting several feet away from him. He was helpless, at the mercy of Kyoto and his blade. Blood seeped down from his shoulder.
Kyoto: Now tell me, who sent you!?!
Aiden's gaze met Kyoto's as he let out a slight chuckle.
Aiden: You know I can't tell you that.
The blade again slid out of the wound allowing blood to spill out. A moment later it re-entered through Aiden's thigh causing Aiden to scream out in pain.
Aiden: Aghhh! ****!
Kyoto: I disagree. You WILL tell me who sent you, and perhaps I'll leave your head on your shoulders.
Aiden: Again, I can't do that. If I've failed my mission, my death, is my reward.
Kyoto slid the blade out of the wound again, took a step back and chuckled. He rested the katana against his right shoulder and slid his left hand through his hair.
Kyoto: Interesting. You see Mr. Faithe, here in Japan we once were led by fearless warriors known as the Samurai. These men lived and died by the blade, with honor. What you just said sounded quite like their philosophy. It would seem you live only to fight. If that's so, lets have some fun. I, myself, am a samurai. I've studied their history, their philosophy, for years. You might call it a personal obsession of mine. So lets do this, Samurai against Samurai! Let's bring back that honored past!
Kyoto pointed his sword towards Aiden's gun on the ground.
Kyoto: Pick it up. In the movies Samurai always finish their battles in one final clash. I think, it would be a fitting end.
Aiden hesitated at first. Was this man serious? He had Aiden dead to rights, and was letting him get his gun. Aiden hobbled over to his gun dragging his left leg and pressing against the wound in his abdomen with his left hand. Whether it was arrogance, or some misguided obsession with an extinct culture, Aiden couldn't let this opportunity pass him by.
The two warriors stood several meters apart. Blood began to saturate the left side of Aiden's clothing. He was losing a lot of blood, this would need to end quick for him to have any chance. Kyoto stood with both hands wrapped around his katana's grip, the blade bisecting his body vertically.
Kyoto: Are you ready?
Their gazes locked. Aiden slowly nodded his head. He took a deep breath and focused his mind on the task ahead. Momentarily he pushed the pain aside. All there was was his gun against Kyoto's blade.
A breeze swept between them lifting some dried leaves off the ground. Kyoto pushed off his back foot and lunged forward just as Aiden lifted his lone gun with his right arm. One shot. A flash of steel and sparks flew, the bullet split in two. Two shots. More sparks, both bullets cut in half. Aiden smirked and lowered his gun. I See.... he thought to himself.
Kyoto: Giving up! Bah! And here I thought you were a Samurai! Die!
Kyoto came within range and raise his sword and began to swing down at Aiden's skull. Summoning the remainder of his strength Aiden quickly reacted. He raised his gun and angled it so the smooth top of the barrel met the katana up above his head and guided it down to the right of his body. Just as the blade missed his body Aiden stepped forward and grabbed Kyoto's extended wrist locking his arm in place.
Aiden: Its over!
Three loud bangs rang out.
A breeze swept through the trees. Kyoto's body slumped forward leaning against Aiden. Kyoto's head rested on Aiden's right shoulder.
Kyoto:.......how..........?
The body slowly rolled off of Aiden's shoulder, falling to the ground at his side. Three holes in the middle of the man's chest leaked profusely with blood.
Aiden looked down at Kyoto.
Aiden: At first, it seemed apparent that if I kept my range this battle would be mine. Convential thinking suggests a gun would beat a sword. However, this thinking was faulty. We're past the age of Samurai. Close quarter sword combat is no longer necessary. So, you practiced defending against modern technology, the type of weapons you would meet in wars against rival families. Guns and bullets to be specific. I commend you, as it must have taken years of practice, but you achieved the impossible. The ability to read the angle of the gun to predict its trajectory and meet the bullet head on with a blade. An incredible level of focus is needed to do something like that. It took me until our final stand off to realize it, but my advantage wasn't in keeping my distance, it was moving inside your defense, the only place your sword couldn't reach.
Kyoto's eyes tracked a slow moving cloud as he laid on the ground with a smile on his face.
Kyoto: You know.....its interesting.....they say......when two warriors clash......they can see each other's past.......
A somewhat serious, but curious look came over Aiden's face. A spurt of blood left Kyoto's mouth as he coughed.
Kyoto: .......but......when we clashed......I saw nothing......
The brief look of curiosity subsided. Aiden raised his gun, aiming it at Kyoto's head.
Kyoto: At least......I die at the hands of a Samurai.
Aiden: I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm no samurai. This, in the end, is just a job.
BANG!
Chapter 3: Samurai Showdown
Warning: There is some mature material. Read at your own risk.
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Blood leaked down the left side of Aiden's torso staining the crisp earth dark red. The blade had run through his left abdomen, purposefully missing the vitals, but still a serious wound. Aiden pressed his left hand against the puncture and painfully push himself up against the tree, getting to his feet. Kyoto flicked his katana removing the blood from its blade.
Aiden: Why....did you miss?
Kyoto: Miss? Oh no, my blade never misses my friend. Whoever sent you will likely send another, so I need answers.
In a flash Kyoto lunged forward this time driving his katana through Aiden's upper left shoulder, pinning him against the tree.
Aiden: Gaaaahh!
Aiden peered down at his gun which was now sitting several feet away from him. He was helpless, at the mercy of Kyoto and his blade. Blood seeped down from his shoulder.
Kyoto: Now tell me, who sent you!?!
Aiden's gaze met Kyoto's as he let out a slight chuckle.
Aiden: You know I can't tell you that.
The blade again slid out of the wound allowing blood to spill out. A moment later it re-entered through Aiden's thigh causing Aiden to scream out in pain.
Aiden: Aghhh! ****!
Kyoto: I disagree. You WILL tell me who sent you, and perhaps I'll leave your head on your shoulders.
Aiden: Again, I can't do that. If I've failed my mission, my death, is my reward.
Kyoto slid the blade out of the wound again, took a step back and chuckled. He rested the katana against his right shoulder and slid his left hand through his hair.
Kyoto: Interesting. You see Mr. Faithe, here in Japan we once were led by fearless warriors known as the Samurai. These men lived and died by the blade, with honor. What you just said sounded quite like their philosophy. It would seem you live only to fight. If that's so, lets have some fun. I, myself, am a samurai. I've studied their history, their philosophy, for years. You might call it a personal obsession of mine. So lets do this, Samurai against Samurai! Let's bring back that honored past!
Kyoto pointed his sword towards Aiden's gun on the ground.
Kyoto: Pick it up. In the movies Samurai always finish their battles in one final clash. I think, it would be a fitting end.
Aiden hesitated at first. Was this man serious? He had Aiden dead to rights, and was letting him get his gun. Aiden hobbled over to his gun dragging his left leg and pressing against the wound in his abdomen with his left hand. Whether it was arrogance, or some misguided obsession with an extinct culture, Aiden couldn't let this opportunity pass him by.
The two warriors stood several meters apart. Blood began to saturate the left side of Aiden's clothing. He was losing a lot of blood, this would need to end quick for him to have any chance. Kyoto stood with both hands wrapped around his katana's grip, the blade bisecting his body vertically.
Kyoto: Are you ready?
Their gazes locked. Aiden slowly nodded his head. He took a deep breath and focused his mind on the task ahead. Momentarily he pushed the pain aside. All there was was his gun against Kyoto's blade.
A breeze swept between them lifting some dried leaves off the ground. Kyoto pushed off his back foot and lunged forward just as Aiden lifted his lone gun with his right arm. One shot. A flash of steel and sparks flew, the bullet split in two. Two shots. More sparks, both bullets cut in half. Aiden smirked and lowered his gun. I See.... he thought to himself.
Kyoto: Giving up! Bah! And here I thought you were a Samurai! Die!
Kyoto came within range and raise his sword and began to swing down at Aiden's skull. Summoning the remainder of his strength Aiden quickly reacted. He raised his gun and angled it so the smooth top of the barrel met the katana up above his head and guided it down to the right of his body. Just as the blade missed his body Aiden stepped forward and grabbed Kyoto's extended wrist locking his arm in place.
Aiden: Its over!
Three loud bangs rang out.
A breeze swept through the trees. Kyoto's body slumped forward leaning against Aiden. Kyoto's head rested on Aiden's right shoulder.
Kyoto:.......how..........?
The body slowly rolled off of Aiden's shoulder, falling to the ground at his side. Three holes in the middle of the man's chest leaked profusely with blood.
Aiden looked down at Kyoto.
Aiden: At first, it seemed apparent that if I kept my range this battle would be mine. Convential thinking suggests a gun would beat a sword. However, this thinking was faulty. We're past the age of Samurai. Close quarter sword combat is no longer necessary. So, you practiced defending against modern technology, the type of weapons you would meet in wars against rival families. Guns and bullets to be specific. I commend you, as it must have taken years of practice, but you achieved the impossible. The ability to read the angle of the gun to predict its trajectory and meet the bullet head on with a blade. An incredible level of focus is needed to do something like that. It took me until our final stand off to realize it, but my advantage wasn't in keeping my distance, it was moving inside your defense, the only place your sword couldn't reach.
Kyoto's eyes tracked a slow moving cloud as he laid on the ground with a smile on his face.
Kyoto: You know.....its interesting.....they say......when two warriors clash......they can see each other's past.......
A somewhat serious, but curious look came over Aiden's face. A spurt of blood left Kyoto's mouth as he coughed.
Kyoto: .......but......when we clashed......I saw nothing......
The brief look of curiosity subsided. Aiden raised his gun, aiming it at Kyoto's head.
Kyoto: At least......I die at the hands of a Samurai.
Aiden: I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm no samurai. This, in the end, is just a job.
BANG!