Blood flowed and pooled still-bright red, the same color as the speaker's shirt, underneath the head of the motionless figure sprawled before his feet. He held his bokken loosely, casually, in his hand, as if not realizing or caring that he had just used it to kill a man.
The sensei appeared shocked for a few moments by his words. At this point they could only mean sarcasm and mockery, he thought.
Azail stood calmly facing his sensei, waiting for an acknowledgement. He had intended no irony; he was just eager to know whether he had struck the blow correctly. He certainly didn't understand his teacher's obvious alarm - weren't training accidents like this common in any fighting school?
| Tuesday, September 30, 1997 |
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