De Samurai: Enfrentamiento

Silence returned to the field. Sakai remained standing for a moment, looking at the red mist blooming across his golden laces. He dropped his sword, the Bizen steel thudding softly into the mud.

To the east stood Lord Sakai, his armor a deep crimson laced with gold. He was a man of the old world—heavy, deliberate, and bound by the weight of his ancestors. His hand rested on the hilt of a blade forged in the fires of Bizen, a soul of folded steel that had tasted blood for three generations. ENFRENTAMIENTO DE SAMURAI

For a heartbeat, they were locked. Sakai’s strength against Jin’s fluid grace. Sakai pushed, his teeth bared in a snarl of duty. Jin yielded, spinning away like water around a stone. Silence returned to the field