Chapter 69: A Playground
A samurai launched himself into a dazzling display of twirling slashes. Arthur calmly watched with an unsettling stillness.
This wasn't mere showmanship; it was a well-trained samurai who knew how to use a sword. With each swing and flourish, Arthur's Tamashii absorbed the nuances of the samurai's kenjutsu.
The samurai's blade whistled through the air, a silver arc aimed at Arthur's head.
He didn't flinch, didn't raise a defensive arm. Instead, with grace, he dipped beneath the attack.
Another samurai launched an attack of his own. He swung his katana in a wide, sweeping arc, aiming to cleave Arthur in two. But Arthur sidestepped the attack with a barest movement, allowing the blade to carve through the empty air.
Suddenly, a third samurai lunged, seizing Arthur's wrist in a desperate attempt to gain control. Rather than feel stunned, Arthur was merely surprised.
He pivoted on the spot, pulling the samurai closer. An elbow met the man's chest with a crunch, followed by another that connected with his jaw. The samurai, stunned and disoriented, stumbled back, clutching his face.
"A true warrior should learn to use his sword more than his hands, wouldn't you agree?"
Seizing the opportunity, Arthur twirled his katana's hilt with only a few fingers. His body became a whirlwind, spinning on the balls of his feet with his weapon held high.
The blade flashed. With a flourish that mirrored Tatewaki's own earlier attack, he sliced the samurai's throat!
The man crumpled to the ground, gurgling on his blood. When he couldn't contain it, a tide of blood spewed from his neck. He tried to cover his throat as much as he could, but the blood kept spilling, pouring over his gloved hands.