Gengyo retrieved his sabre as the room watched on quietly. He tested its weight, reminding himself of how fast he would have to move it.
Jikouji went and scraped a handful of cups from the table. He had an intense look on his face. Gengyo could tell that he really wanted to win the little game they were playing.
"Ready?" Jikouji asked.
"Ready," Gengyo said with a confident smile.
One by one, Jikouji threw the cups into the air. The want to win had really gotten the better of him. He threw them lower than Gengyo had, giving him less time to attack them before they fell down.
Gengyo slid his left leg back and assumed a stance more suitable for a rapier. A deep breath prepared himself. Time slowed as he looked at the world through the eyes of a warrior. A thought flashed through his mind.
