In a near cloudless sky the full moon shined radiantly through the night sky over the forests outside of Kyoto. A brisk yet comfortable wind made the fallen cherry blossoms twirl, and dance in the night like beautiful ballet. It was a perfect stage for a dance swords; a story that could only be told when steel clashed against steel. The young woman named Juni Hinamura stood at the edge of a small lake, located in the center of the forest. Juni looked at her reflection in the crystal clear waters, dressed in all-black casual attire. She was listening to her Ipod, playing mostly instrumental themes to get her mind focused on the battle. Juni started to ponder on what her uncle said to her. “I wonder what my uncle said to me was true all those years ago. That if two warriors of high level skill that with each clash, they can feel the others heart intentions.”
Juni placed her hand over her chest and closed her eyes. She thought about her opponent Bishop; his movements played like a slide show in her mind. “He is like poetry in motion Juni thought to herself; in his style, speed, and power. Watching him fight is like sitting next to Mozart and observing the way he plays piano. Only those who can fully understand our language can truly appreciate that. I don’t know if he feels the same way I do about him, but this battle will answer that for me.” Juni has only met Bishop recently, and sees him as a rival. Not out of hatred, but out pure respect for him and his abilities. Juni opened her eyes and felt a small tingle run down her spine all the way to the tips of her toes. It wasn’t nervousness, but excitement. Excitement at the opportunity, the opportunity to create beautiful theater under the glow of a full moon. A dream of any warrior who wields a blade, and lives by its code.