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The dead body's a shield - he holds it while running at breakneck speed
Arrows stream from twelve men, whistling by the samurai and piercing May-wet leaves
Eyes are doors to the soul - with Kobayashi, surely their death is assumed
arrested by his gaze, their final moment's blades reflecting the moon.
Stepping over the feudal Lord's guard, a stone path leaves this forest behind
opening to rows of cherry blossoms; laughing under Luna's glorious shine.
Reaching an archway, a leering monk gestures to go show him the way...
a colossal temple rises through clouds: the Dojo of the Blade.
Nearing a giant courtyard, the chorus of cicadas rises to a deafening pitch
as an armored general rides to meet him leading seven squads, ten to a clip:
"Your brutish treason against our Lord has left him livid within,
Fighting for self and freedom's simply unforgivable sin
here's your choice: Harakiri now at the end of a knife
or join our cause - crushing any opposing enemy life.
Japan can be held...under a single territorial might
We offer you leadership-
and command of our Northern legions if you join our noble, glorious fight."
Head lowered and grinning-
Kobayashi reaches for his breast, making a single tiny packet combust...
and sprinkles it into blowing wind as battle erupts.
A black winged Shinigami circles the Ronin, watch as the ground crackles and puffs
the Death God closes his fist - turning fifty men and all the surrounding gravel to dust
Shuriken and stars spiral millimeters from the samurai's neck -
then the Lord's general invokes a chant, swiftly leaving the shinigami a pacified wreck
Sandals kicking up dust, with a mighty and single swipe of the blade...
He walks into the temple's darkness having wiped them away
A single tree rising at center - an evil throbbing with the wickedest of shoulds
an intent to kill. The Lord's weapon - The Spirit of the Wood.
A baritone laugh ***kles throughout these sinister cavernous walls
Ravenous, the Lord's voice emits a hazardous drawl;
"I've merged with this entire Wood...nature is bent to my will in this place
even the heavens bend to the command of my villainous grace
give up your hopes and dreams warrior - enter the void of my dojo, disgusted...
all bends to my will - I'll crush you and any saccharine notions of justice."
The Ronin sprints right, looking skyward. By now it's simply a motion of custom
Sadistic, the tree misses with branch ends bigger than redwood trunks
slicing everything in sight, Kobayashi strips the tree bare...and with deft moves up
Reaching a leafy canopy filled with blackened, sagging deciduous leaves -
He sees a leprous man fused to glowing red bark - who looking hideous, seethes
Unsheathing his second sword, a double slash, and looking the Lord in his eyes...
makes his mouth twitch - the Ronin appears to divide during the sordid demise:
Head sliced between his eyes, half of the Lord's face slips away -
Finished by this mighty hero's weapon: The Sword of the Wise.
Our Ronin jumps down and skips away as the temple and grounds implode in defeat...
Walking to the nearest town, the blood red moon oozes its rapport
winking at the proprietor's inquiry, he says-
"Give me a hot bath, three bottles of sake, Noodles and a whore."



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