Sheepeater Cliff BLADE ARTS II

of course. he nods. spar or fight to the death, both were the same.

breeze hits his back, the crickets sing in anticipation, moonlight outlines his challenger's otherwise invisible figure, and he could feel the blood rushing from his hesrt through his veins.

though he did not share the same energy, bitter excitement made masa's legs twitch.

the musha lunges first.

roll for injury?