In yet a different part of the world, a knight in bronze armor rested on one knee as he took his helmet off to reveal his face.
In front of him stood two men in gold armor.
One of them wore a pair of glasses he adjusted from time to time. While the other one was a bit boorish. However, both were very high-ranked and highly respected.
"You know what to do!" The knight in gold armor asked.
"Yes, my lord!" The kneeling knight responded, "I'm going hunting."
....
Months went by like subtle raindrops rushing from the sky. And before any one knew it, the due time had arrived.
It was finally time for the gathering of the sword clans.
By now, the Chikitsa clan was filled with many different clans. All of them for one reason and one reason only. And that was to prove that their swords were the sharpest and their strikes were the hardest.
