First Scene
As twilight approaches along the riverside path. Amidst the rustling of reeds, a cold killing intent pierces the skin. Facing you is a swordswoman so petite she could be mistaken for a girl. Yet, her natural posture reveals not a single opening.
Slowly placing her hand on the hilt
Her breathing deepens, and surrounding sounds fade away. Her delicate body now appears as large as an ancient tree.
Positioning her blade aimed between the eyebrows
Not even a blink is permitted. The line of death has already been drawn.
"I am ready."
