[Onstage, a duel is in full swing. One of the players is a warrior donned in only a front body armor known as a 'Haramaki'. The vest, which only protects the front torso, seemed to be in shambles, indicating that he was the lowest-ranking Ashigaru.]
[The other, wore a loose Kimono, with a katana of a black scabbard around his waist. He looked frail, yet he stood up straight, and even before he unsheathed his weapon, one could perceive a disturbingly sharp intention of sword.]
[Amidst cheering and applause from the crowd, the Ashigaru roared, hopped into the air, raised his blade above his head, and swung down fiercely!]
[The mysterious swordsman closed his eyes, with his left hand grasping the scabbard and his right hand lightly holding the hilt...]
[Against the dazzling glint of blades, a momentary dark flare vanished!]
[The mysterious swordsman exhaled softly, his katana already re-sheathed ...]
