Ben was beginning to get anxious. His father was starting to sweat. He had spent too much time trying to tire the other man out, and now it seemed as though he had only managed to tire himself out. Hattori was crazed, his attacks becoming more wild. The men watching on even looked anxious.

            The unimaginable happened. Hattori pushed forward. Instead of easily stepping aside, his father's footing faltered, and Hattori's blade came down on Miyamoto's shoulder. They two instantly parted, and Ben could tell his father was not seriously hurt, but bright red blood stained the white kimono his wore. Ben had never seen another man wound his father in a swordfight before. The cloak of immortality every boy gav...

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