It wasn't long before my time came for the first round, against a fencer named Lupe. His body was build like a wrestler, bulky, muscuar, strong. How could one like him be a fencer? That required agility, something a man his size couldn't muster. We stepped out to the ring, a large area, ready for the fight.
"Okay you two, here are the rules. First, no killing. If you take thier life you're immediately disqualified and banned from the tournament. Second, If your opponent is KO'd, don't continue fighting them, that's cowardice, and will get you disqualified. Now then, ready?"We both nodded, when Lupe spoke."Okay kid, drop your Bokken and I won't have to hurt you with my fencing blade."His warning fell on deaf ears, I wasn't about to let a cocky swordsman best me..not today. I drew the Bokken and assumed a defensive stance, ready for the fight.
"Whatever, lets just get this over with." I muttered.
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Chronicles of the Cardinal Blade........
I love music, and writing fantasy. This journal will be excerpts from a recent fantasy novell involving an old japenese samurai.
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