The next morning broke clear and cool.
Kenji had taken the first watch the previous night, with Satoshi taking the second. When Kenji stirred and woke, he found the space before the bonfire empty.
He spotted Satoshi in the distance, sword in hand.
The way he moved was so graceful it could only be described as a sword dance. Slow, yet without a single moment of hesitation, the blade arced through the air as he tested the flow of his own
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