Taijutsu Training - 5 Points: 5087/5000 words
The villagers had evacuated, the lookouts having long since rung the alert bells and fled. Hijikata tightened the cords securing his katana and wakizashi to his waist, his wakizashi hanging from his right hip and his katana from his left. A band of armed thieves were on their way. Left to their devices, they would kill them men, kidnap the women for their own pleasures, and enslave the children for forced labor in their camps. Hijikata had dealt with plenty of foolhardy marauders in his time. They were brutes, at best, or at least that's what experience had taught him to expect.
Thus, he was surprised to find that as opposed to disheveled, patched up vagabonds, Hijikata was faced with soldiers, armored, lined up in battle formations. Thirty men in all, these men were no ordinary men; they were trained. Standing up straight, a single hand on the scabbard, his eyes reflected the suspicion in his mind as the formation came to a halt about one hundred feet away from where he stood. The village gate stood just behind him.
The soldiers stood at attention, and Hijikata was the one to break the silence.
"What business do you have with this village? It is filled with peace-loving people who seek to do no harm to anyone. Speak!"
Unfurling a parchment scroll, one of the armored men on horseback read aloud:
"Heed these words, all peasants and villages! Lord Hoshigaki declares this village and its lands part of his fiefdom! You will submit your lives and work for his greatness, paying him tribute for his mercy. If you resist, your lives will be forfeit!"
At the end of the decree, the twenty men unsheathed their blades, holding them aright with both hands in a traditional kendo stance. This was bad. Hijikata may have bitten off more than he could chew. These were trained, competent soldiers, and they were armored. He wasn't confident that he could penetrate their armor...
No. He was the only thing standing between these men and the obliteration of this village's livelihood. Hijikata had to stand his ground.
"If any of you men value your lives, there is no dishonor in running away," he replied. He could see that some of these soldiers were fairly young.
"If you step forward, the only mercy I will grant you is a swift death."
Not a single man budged. To the last, they would fight for their lord. Fine warriors, all of them.
A pity they had to die.
Dashing back into the village, Hijikata lured them into the alleys and corners, where he could fight them one at a time. Running through the streets, Hijikata stopped and turning around, drew his sword from its scabbard and slashed at the nearest soldier. The blade sung true, but the segmented square plates of the armor stopped the weapon from hitting skin, instead glancing off the square plates that protected the man's chest. Hijikata mentally reprimanded himself. He was in the thick of battle. He had to pull deeper. He had to become more than what he was now to come out of this alive. Parrying the counterattack, he continued to run down the alley. It was vital that he make sure he was fighting only one man at a time, lest he be overwhelmed.
Hijikata had noticed how the steel plates on the soldiers' armor were stitched together by thick threads. If he could make his cut between those plates, his blade would find purchase. Turning back around again, Hijikata waited for the man to attack and parried the blow before countering. Swinging his blade upward, his eyes locked onto the thin line between the plates of his enemy's armor and the sword followed, striking true. A stream of crimson arced up from the soldier's chest, and a look of shock washed his face clean of any other expression. He fell to the ground, gasping for air.
Quickly stabbing his blade into the man's neck, he ended his life quickly and painlessly, severing his brain stem before resuming his hit and run tactics. He'd have to keep reminding himself to aim for those fundamental flaws in the armor. The plates made the armor flexible, but it also made them weaker than a full plate would.
An arrow hit the ground in front of him, and he spun, drawing his sword and swinging in a wide arc. He managed to deflect most of the arrows, but several of them whizzed past him, and one of them nicked him across the shoulder, leaving a superficial cut. He would have to improve his swordsmanship even further if he wanted to come out of this alive. The second soldier saw the arrows flying overhead and used the opportunity to close the gap. Clashing heavily against Hijikata's guard, he pushed the man away before quickly sheathing his blade and tracing the line, drew the blade and used his
Dragon Flash Claw technique. Driving the point of the blade into the man's armor, he thankfully slipped through and found purchase, grabbing the blade with both hands and slashing up his torso, splitting his heart in two in a shower of blood, killing the man instantly. His aim was still not perfect, though. The tip had struck one of the square plates and slid off, managing to penetrate the seams between the segmented armor. He had to push his limits and skills even further.
Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu • Dragon Flash Claw
D-Rank Taijutsu Maneuver
Prerequisite: 8 Speed, Iaido • Swift Draw.
A variant of Iaido, Hijikata performs a quick draw. Halfway through the arc of the slash, instead of completing the slash, Hijikata steps forward with his left foot and twists the swords in his grip, using the momentum to twist and thrust the blade into the opponent. This can be useful when the opponent is expecting a slash, but it does leave Hijikata open to counterattack by a sufficiently speedy opponent or attack.
Another volley of arrows came flying towards him, this time with the arrows staggered to strike one right after the other. Hijikata was more ready for this volley, and he drew his sword ready to block them as he slid to a halt. Smacking the flat of his blade against each of the arrowheads, Hijikata deflected most of the arrows directly. One of the deflections, however, was careless, and it swept inside his leg and cut him on the inside of the left leg. It was nothing serious, but it would be infected if he didn't treat it eventually. He resumed leading the enemy forces through the village, keeping mental note of his failures with parrying that last arrow. He had to be still more precise in the heat of battle.
Two men were down. That left eight foot soldiers, seven archers, two pikeman, and the squad captain. He still seemed to be outside the village, waiting for his men to clean him out. He seemed to be quite confident in his men's abilities. He couldn't blame them; Hijikata's constant study of the sword was the only reason he was still alive, and even that might not save him unless he improved rapidly during this battle. The third man had seen his last two allies fall, and when Hijikata turned to attack, he was ready. Parrying his strike to the side, he thrust his blade towards Hijikata's neck. The threat of death spawned invention; spinning his blade, Hijikata deflected the thrust. As he deflected the blade, the rurouni noticed a small horizontal gap in the raised collar on the armor of his opponent, likely meant to make moving the neck and seeing around themselves more flexible. Bringing his blade sweeping up, Hijikata swung quickly with all of his strength. This time, his accuracy was more precise, and that precision paid off as he liberated his opponent's shoulders from the weight of his head.
Dedicating so much movement to one enemy, however, had been an oversight, and two blades swung down upon him. Bringing his sword up, still in its scabbard, Hijitaka blocked both blades, but the pair of soldiers drove him up against the wall of a house. He was strong enough to overpower them, but it wouldn't be easy. What's worse, he could see off into the distance that a single archer was training his arrow on him, drawing back the bowstring for the shot. Desperation becoming the father of invention, Hijakata pushed against the two swords, sliding his own guard upwards against them, as he swung his torso up and braced his feet against the house. Pushing off and flipping forward, he vaulted up and over the two men, and as the arrow flew beneath him, he swung his sword down at the arrowhead, deflecting the arrow to pierce through the soldier to the left that had been pinning him to the wall. The projectile shot him straight through the heart, killing him instantly. In that moment, he realized that it wasn't just his swordplay that needed to be more flexible. His own movements needed to be more adaptable to his present situation and surroundings. Turning towards the other soldier, Hijikata unleashed his
Dragon Flash Claw technique once more, this time cleanly piercing the armor to bury itself into the man's heart. His death was swift, as promised.
Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu • Dragon Flash Claw
D-Rank Taijutsu Maneuver
Prerequisite: 8 Speed, Iaido • Swift Draw.
A variant of Iaido, Hijikata performs a quick draw. Halfway through the arc of the slash, instead of completing the slash, Hijikata steps forward with his left foot and twists the swords in his grip, using the momentum to twist and thrust the blade into the opponent. This can be useful when the opponent is expecting a slash, but it does leave Hijikata open to counterattack by a sufficiently speedy opponent or attack.
That left six footsoldiers and still ten archers. Reminded of the small cuts by the infrequent pain, Hijikata realized that the wounds he'd received so far had been caused by those arrows. In order to survive, he would have to thin the ranks of these archers. Dashing away at full speed, he leaped through the open doors and windows of the houses in the village, trying to avoid getting cornered. As he approached a roof with one of the archers on it, he flicked the blood off of his katana and sheathed it, quickly drawing his wakizashi with his left hand. He knew that the archer would have enough time to get one arrow off. At this close range, Hijikata would not be able to dodge it, and the katana was too heavy to block the arrow on its own. He needed the wakizashi and perfect technique to deflect hit. Dashing out from cover, Hijikata ran towards a stack of boxes that formed a staircase to one of the roofs. Seeing the archer on that roof react to his presence, he followed the samurai with his bow and loosed the arrow.
With the wakizashi, Hijikata placed the tip of the blade against the right palm and, pushing them forward, completely blocked the arrow, the ammunition falling to the ground with an audible
clang. In shock, the archer didn't have time to recover as Hijikata leaped up and, aiming for the waist line, stabbed the man in his pelvis, piercing his aorta. Holding the archer against him with one hand, the other took the blade out of his waist and plunged it through his throat into his neck, once again severing the brain stem. Hijikata pushed the corpse off of the roof onto the ground, the full weight of the man falling on one of the foot soldiers. That made six foot soldiers, nine archers.
Hijikata looked back and saw foot soldiers climbing up the boxes he'd just used to get to the roof, cutting off his normal escape route. Improvising, he took a step back, noting at least three archers having arrows drawn, ready to fire. Hijikata then dashed forward and jumped, curling his torso forward and pushing his body into a front flip. On his way down to the ground, he realized that if he landed from this height incorrectly, he might injure himself. Improvising further, he dropped his weight forward and rolled forward with the fall, getting back up and continuing the goose chase. His feet and legs hurt for doing so, as his technique was hardly perfect, but he was still in this fight. Running through one alleyway, he cursed and realized that he was heading straight for the westward village wall, a barrier erected of thick wooden logs. Turning around he looked up. Good, there were no archers insight. As he flicked the blood from his wakizashi and sheathed it, however, he cursed his premature optimism as three enemies, one foot soldier and two archers that had left their bows behind and picked up the weapons of their fallen comrades, charged out of the alleyway towards him. His back to a wall, Hijikata had no place to run. Drawing his katana, the man was forced to parry two swords with one, using only his right hand. The third warrior, the foot soldier ran forward, charging towards Hijikata with a vicious thrust. Using the same principle as when he parried the arrow, with his left hand, HIjikata drew his wakizashi from its scabbard and blocked the thrust, catching the point of the enemy's blade on the tsuba. Fending all three enemies off at once was no easy feet, and with a struggling hand, Hijikata slowly moved his wakizashi over to the right. Crouching lower, he coordinated his movements. In one quick motion, he released the thrusting blade from his wakizashi's guard, pushed up with his legs and pushed his sword up against the other two he was guarding against. The two men stumbled back against his sudden show of force, and the third plunged the tip of his sword into solid wood. Sidestepping the third, Hijikata tossed the wakizashi in the air momentarily, reversing its direction. Grabbing it reverse grip, Hijikata aimed for one of the small gaps in the plating on the back of the foot soldier's helmet. The wakizashi plunged through, his newfound precision rewarded with the momentary gurgling of blood before his enemy slipped off into the grips of the afterlife.
The other two archers charged at once. His back was still to a wall. He had to try and cut them down both at once. Further focusing on precision, Hijikata quickly sheathed his wakizashi and katana before drawing his katana once more in a wide iaido slash, stepping into the cut as he did so. The result of the skills he'd learned through desperation were impressive; large spurts of blood spewed out from the wounds as the two men struggled to breathe. Knowing he had little time, he quickly stabbed each one through the sides of their necks, severing their brain stems before sheathing his katana and running along the westward wall. He had just slain a fifth foot soldier and the second and third archers. That left five foot soldiers, seven archers. It was highly likely that they'd heard the sound of the combat he'd just been engaged in. Hijikata had to improvise further and push himself to his limits. The roof was not that high, but he couldn't afford to be caught climbing with his hands. That would leave him an open target... so what if he jumped off of one of the walls? Taking a deep breath, he ran towards the wall and jumped, thinking it would be as simple as the previous acrobatic tricks he had learned today. Not so. His foot slipped and he had to catch himself from falling flat on his face. He quickly ran back and tried again. If he failed this time, there was no third attempt; he could hear their voices getting closer. The enemy would soon find his location.
Running more quickly, he jumped. Quickly and fiercely, he kicked himself off of the wall onto the opposing terrace. Timing was just as important as force, even in movement. Had he not agreed to teach in this village, there was no telling how long he would have had to wait to learn that lesson, if he ever would have learned it. Hijikata didn't have time to relish in his personal victory. He had to keep moving. Running along the rooftops, the wood on the terraces creaked against his weight, alerting his enemies. Looking behind him, he saw enemy archers step into view. Turning a corner, he ducked out of line of sight, running back towards the main street. Four of the archers had remained on the ground, the other three taking to the rooftops to try and regain their lost vantage point. One of the foot soldiers stood below him, as he and the other archers were scanning the opposite side of the street. Hijikata noted the sashes which held the breastplates up on the foot soldier's torsos. It was likely thin, but there was almost certainly a gap in the armor there. Sheathing his katana and jumping off of the roof, the sound of creaking wood alerted the foot soldier, who spun and held the point of his sword up with both hands. Hijikata brought his katana in its scabbard down, the added weight of the scabbard and the force of him falling causing the soldier's arms to buckle, his guard effectively sealed. This was the start of the
Twin Dragon Thunder Flash. Drawing his katana out of its scabbard as he hit the ground, Hijikata rolled, twisted, and sliced the enemy from behind at the waist, severing his spine. Shortly after the man fell to his knees, Hijikata spun and, tossing his katana in the air, reversed the grip and stabbed him through one of the gaps in the plating on the back of the helmet, his precision continually being refined and improved in the heat of combat. Though this alerted the guards, they were too late to save their comrade, his life ending with an unceremonious gurgle.
Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu • Twin Dragon Thunder Flash
D-Rank Taijutsu Maneuver
Prerequisite: 8 Speed, 10 Instinct, learned Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu • Twin Dragon Flash.
An extension of the technique behind the Twin Dragon Flash technique, Hijikata fakes out the opponent, poising himself for an Iaido slash but instead slamming the sword in its scabbard against the enemy's guard, using the added weight to add more pressure against an opponent's guard. When making this initial attack, one of Hijikata's hands reverse grips the hilt of his sword. Hijikata then rotates and draws the sword out of his scabbard with the reverse grip, immediately changing the distribution of force, potentially throwing his opponent off-balance. Spinning and lowering his body Hijikata slashes the opponent under or around the opponent's guard before catching the scabbard in their other hand. This technique is ineffective against opponents with a higher Strength than Hijikata.
Quickly picking up his scabbard, Hijikata would soon see his trusted companion leave his hand. The four archers would get their shots off if he didn't now. Quickly sheathing the katana in its scabbard, he quickly redrew it but let his hand loose from the scabbard only moments after beginning the draw. The scabbard would fly spinning at an impressive speed. The scabbard would slam into one archer's bow, causing the arrow to drop. It then ricocheted off of said bow into another archer's head, causing his shot to go wild. The two remain archers adapted quickly, one shooting level, the other low. Hijikata slid, ducking under the one arrow and, with a single hand this time, brought his katana up to squarely block the arrow on the flat of his blade. Blocking all of these arrows, especially short range, was teaching him how to be more precise and flexible with his defense as well, not just his movements and attacks. Getting up to his feet, Hijikata twisted and swung his katana, cleanly beheading the two archers in front of him. Dropping their bows, the archers reached for wakizashi of their own on their belts, but it was too late; jumping back, he quickly drew his wakizashi and swung both of his blades on either side of him, quickly decapitating the other two archers as well.
Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu • Flying Dragon Flash
D-Rank Taiutsu Maneuver
Prerequisite: 8 Speed, Iaido • Swift Draw.
An alternate use of Iaido, Hijikata momentarily grips the scabbard at the start of the draw before letting go. This movement causes the sword to swing the scabbard out towards the opponent, turning the scabbard into a functional projectile, flying a number of meters equal to Hijitaka's Strength score.
Quickly retrieving his scabbard, Hijikata ran for cover. His instincts told him correctly; the three archers on the tops of the buildings at the other side of the main road had heard the clamor of their struggle, and they had come to try and end his life. Three arrows all rammed into the same wooden crate, which buckled and barely held under the force. Had the archers been any stronger, Hijikata would have been a dead man, through and through. Running behind the building to his right, he could hear the shouts of the remaining four foot soldiers running towards his location. As he watched the street between buildings, he could see the archers were also giving chase, dropping down to ground level and brandishing wakizashi. Running out and around in front of the group of enemies in a wide circle, one soldier charged at him. Hijikata parried his downward swing with an irregular guard, using the flat of his blade to cause the blow to glance off and to the side. Running towards the back of the village, the end of the main road, Hijikata waited until the opponents were lined up. He'd spent the last twenty minutes fighting these brutes, and he'd had time to analyze weaknesses in their fighting styles and armor. Now was the time to put that knowledge to the test.
Suddenly stopping and turning around, Hijikata's enemies were not prepared for what came next. It would mean their end. Running full blitz at the enemies, Hijikata pulled his blade from his sheath and, targeting a thin horizontal opening between the steel plates in his armor. Sharpened metal rent bone and flesh, the man's lungs collapsing from the damage. From this strike, he did not sheath his weapon, instead using the momentum from the first slash to move into the second. One swing, one man cut down. The second warrior fell, his lungs also deflating after lethal injury. The third bowled over, his stomach split clean open. The fourth and fifth were both dead before the hit the ground, their heads cut clean from their bodies. The sixth was split open, Hijikata cutting through the tiniest crack in his armor, straight up from navel to nose. The last poor soul was pierced through the heart, literally flying off of Hijikata's sword as the blade slid cleanly through the small central gap in his armor where the plates were tied together before bouncing off of the tsuba.
His body glistening with sweat, Hijikata's ears scanned the area for more enemies. There were none. Moving back to those few still left alive in his last assault, the rurouni stabbed them through the necks, ending their suffering.
The two guards began to move forward as they saw Hijikata walk out, his blade and clothes covered with blood, but their captain ordered they hold. Flicking the blood from his blade, Hijikata sheathed his katana in its scabbard. This fight had taught him much. He'd become much more precise, which made him all the more lethal. Yet, he abstained from bloodshed whenever possible.
"As fellow samurai, I urge you: see reason," he offered as supplication to his belated opponents.
"These men died honorably, but their deaths were still in vain. Do not waste your lives. Go back, and serve your lord elsewhere."
With the wave of a hand, while still on horseback, the captain bid his two guards step forward, each brandishing spears. Hijikata sighed and shook his head. It seemed that his time shedding needless blood was not yet finished. Hijikata watched closely. Their armor was closer to plate armor. It was multi-segmented to allow for movement, but the gaps were even smaller than the previous armor he'd fought against. And as they brought down steel face masks, only their eyes were visible. These men were truly hulks, their necklines and their eyes the only vulnerable spots he could potentially target. He would have to use the added weight of the armor against them. As one of them thrust, Hijikata would sidestep, and as the other thrust, he would duck and evade. These two guards were clearly used to working together; as one was attacking, the other used that time to recover and pull the spear back to prepare for another strike. Had he faced these two first, Hijikata likely would have died. It was only due to the experience and skill he had received fighting the others before them that he was holding up now. He learned to relax when he needed to, being more flexible and lithe in his movements. He also had learned to be more precise in his attacks, not wasting time trying to brute force his way through tough defenses. He learned to more accurately target weak points in the enemy's protections.
A skill he was about to display.
Sidestepping one of the spears, Hijikata stepped in threatening their range. The other guard attempted to thrust at Hijitaka, but he ducked and dashed. His hand was on the hilt of his-
A wooden beam sudden slammed into his chest, pushing him back with force equal to his own. Sliding back on his feet, he grunted from the pain. Seeing the second spearhead rushing towards him again, Hijikata brought his katana, in its scabbard, to defend him, with both hands. The spearhead crashed straight into the center of the scabbard, the force of the blow causing the wood to crack as the rurouni was pushed back. As he breathed, Hijikata felt a sharp pain on his right side. Rolling his shoulder experimentally, the pain intensified when he rolled his shoulder forward. More than likely, that blow from the spear had cracked a rib. Taking as deep a breath as his injury would allow him, Hijikata focused. He had to try something else.
Stepping forward, Hijikata entered their range. Like before, their methodical, consistent attack patterns covered each others' weaknesses... mostly. Finding a small gap in their rhythm, Hijitaka dodged a spear tip and bolted forth. The other guard, expecting Hijikata to change targets, brought the butt of the spear up to try and repeat the same counterattack that had worked before. Hijikata, with his sword sheathed in its scabbard, batted the spear butt to the side before quickly drawing his blade and jumping while spinning. Drawing his blade, Hijikata turned and thrusted down and into the man's armor, piercing his heart from above with
Dragon Flash Claw. Knowing the other guard would be swinging to try and attack him in the air while vulnerable, Hijikata pushed off against the large guard, vaulting over the incoming sweep as the first of the final three enemies fell to the ground, lifeless. Without his partner to cover for the long recovery time of his weapon, eventually Hijikata approached close enough to stab through the eye port in his helmet, piercing his brain, with the same technique. Both stalwart guardians fell to the ground, defeated.
Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu • Dragon Flash Claw x2
D-Rank Taijutsu Maneuver
Prerequisite: 8 Speed, Iaido • Swift Draw.
A variant of Iaido, Hijikata performs a quick draw. Halfway through the arc of the slash, instead of completing the slash, Hijikata steps forward with his left foot and twists the swords in his grip, using the momentum to twist and thrust the blade into the opponent. This can be useful when the opponent is expecting a slash, but it does leave Hijikata open to counterattack by a sufficiently speedy opponent or attack.
Hijikata now turned to the captain.
"I don't suppose... you're going to throw your life away, too, are you?" he asked, somewhat flippantly. It was a bluff. He was just off of fighting thirty-two men, had a variety of small cuts, and had a midly fractured rib; meanwhile, the captain had not so much as lifted a finger, and he appeared the most poised out of all of the mean, meaning he was likely stronger than any of them were, too.
Stepping down from his horse, he took his odachi off of the beast before smacking its hind, the horse neighing in surprise as it galloped off back down the road.
"You are a powerful warrior, I will admit," he conceded, his voice as strong as his crimson armor.
"But I would eternally shame my lord if I did not fight to the last like my men. I would likely have to perform seppuku to regain my honor. I will avenge them... and I will cement the honor of their deaths into my memory."
Drawing his sword, he held the sword high and parallel to the ground, readying a powerful thrust. He had no way of knowing how fast the attack was going to be, but he did know where the attack was coming from. Hijikata waited, his hand hovering over his hilt. The air stirred between the two. Whether the movements were ignited by the clashing of warrior spirits or it was the whim of nature was left up to the imagination. Then, the wind stilled... and the captain charged, just a hair faster than Hijikata's own movements.
He was prepared for the captain's thrust, which allowed him to cleanly dodge the attack to the side, but it seemed that was what the captain wanted. Releasing one hand off of the hilt of his katana, the blade came sweeping wide at Hijikata's neck. He brought his blade up out of its scabbard to parry, but the blade still dug into his flesh and cut the skin on his shoulder open. A small spray of bloody mist erupted from the wound on Hijikata's shoulder, and he winced from the pain. That was certainly unexpected. By using both hands on the thrust, the attacker could simply read which way the enemy would dodge and use his strength and the weapon's reach to attack the opponent while they were dodging. It wouldn't work with a normal katana or a smaller opponent, but it was an excellent technique for a man of his size and a weapon of that reach.
Seeing that his blow had found purchase, the captain did not relent, ruthlessly attacking at the edge of his range with wide, arcing slashes. Yet again, Hijikata realized that if this had been a more agile opponent with a more fluid weapon, he would likely be dead right now. It was thanks to the reach of the weapon that he was able to read most of the attacks. Some cuts still found purchase, however, as a cut on his thigh and a glancing blow on his hip joined the list of injuries he'd suffered from this battle. Hijikata wasn't focusing unduly on his wounds, however. Instead, his eyes had been scrutinizing the masked captain's armor closely, and there appeared to be one opening alone: at the base of the helmet right below the chin. The opening was tiny, but if he wanted to end this fight and emerge victorious, he had no other options. That was a chance he had to take.
With that knowledge in hand, Hijikata planted a ruse. Using the obvious wounds and fatigue he was suffering from to his benefit, Hijikata stepped forward and appeared to stumble slightly. The captain, eager to avenge his fallen comrades, took the bait: hook, line, and sinker.
"This is the end!" he bellowed, his massive odachi coming crashing down.
Dropping to his knees, Hijikata held his blade up in an irregular guard. Using the flat of his blade, he angled the great odachi's blade away from him to slam into the ground.
"Indeed, it is. For you."
Rushing forward, Hijikata didn't bother using Iaido. Rushing forward, the rurouni ran up and thrusted towards the commander's neck with all his might. The commander held up his armored hand to try and protect himself, but the tip of the blade pierce through the gauntlet and found its target. Hearing the gurgling sounds of blood filling his mouth, the captain fell to his knees with a resounding thud, his precious armor unable to save him now.
"You will honor your comrades... by joining them in the afterlife. May the spirits guide you to peace," he prayed before stepping forward and piercing the captain's brainstem.
Pulling his blade soundly from the upright corpse, the captain's body fell to the ground, the last sound he would ever make on this earth. Sweeping his blade to clean the blood that stained its steel, Hijikata sheathed it, breathing heavily. He was not normally a selfish man, but after this...
They were giving him some sake for the road, dammit.