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by Absolution on Thu Nov 12, 2009 6:07 pm
Reflection shattered by nearby sound, the scraping of sandals upon the stony ground. Tasuke slowly opened his dark gaze and looked toward the source, quick to size up the man dressed similar to himself. It didn't take long to notice the sword he carried. At its sight he matched gazes with the traveler, his own unmistakably intense. Perhaps the man would register it as malice, but he wouldn't be very close to the truth. Tasuke sought to gain some insight into the man's mastery of the blade: an air of confidence, a calculating demeanor, anything that would betray the shield most people erected when someone attempted a first-time dissection of them. Above all he desired to know the man's reasons for carrying the weapon; self-protection was the most common, but he sought to go deeper. Did he kill those that wished to harm him, or was he methodical in disposal so that even the enemy could live to see tomorrow? Was he rather ruthless or merciful? Did he despise murder?
...or did he enjoy it?
In time, Tasuke scooped his katana into his left hand, gripped just underneath the hilt guard whilst he rose to his feet. Standing at full height, he stepped into the traveler''s path and stood firm, both arms idle at his sides as he gave him another piercing gaze of analysis. Would the man find some sort of threat at his intimidating stare, or simply brush him off and be on his way? Whatever the reaction, an answer to the early inquiry was desired. And the man's life or death would hinge upon the answer. "Tell me," he said strongly, more of a demand than a request. "Why do you carry a sword, other than for self-defense?"
Silence filled the gulf betwixt the pair of swordsmen, but until it could be replaced with words, the only thing to permeate the surrounding forest music was the desire Tasuke had to kill. His question would probe into the traveler's heart, and in time the truth would be revealed...and perchance confronted in a song of silvery steel.
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