It was roughly midnight. The air was somewhat cold, which you could've fooled him. He work his normal, tight pants but lacked any upper-body clothing. His sheath made him seem like a proper samurai, but that's not what he was! He had been up since 2 a.m. since today was his endurance training day. It was extremely dark outside. Not any darker then normal, in reality, it was just as dark as any other day. Although, a figure stood out in the dark. A sword was a red, contrasting to the red. The man was standing on a tree branch, on one leg at that. It was clear he was making sure his balance was still like it used to be. It wasn't perfect, but it was near it, and his challenge was boosted when he was practicing sword slices while standing on the branch.
Each slice was hard, cold. It was as if he was trying to do killing blows each time. There was a reason he was on the branch, and that was so he wouldn't hit someone on complete accident and get in some trouble. Master wouldn't like if he killed someone unneeded, so he's decided not to murder people.
Each slice was hard, cold. It was as if he was trying to do killing blows each time. There was a reason he was on the branch, and that was so he wouldn't hit someone on complete accident and get in some trouble. Master wouldn't like if he killed someone unneeded, so he's decided not to murder people.
