I step and hear no sound nearby

“Hajime”

Leaving back my fear and weakness

My lungs squeeze to below as hard as I can

Glaring the man in front of my caged face

My feet slides back and forth 

Gentle and soft so the man would not sense

I budge my shinai trying to control the center

A split of a second would be my chance

 

An attack

 

My eyes notice a slight change in the man’s stance

My mind intuitively tells me to defend

I move myself back arching my body

Pushing my shinai above my head

At the same time seeing the man’s rage

Brandishing his sword

 

Made it

 

From the momentum our body sticks together

My lungs pump again to shout in a nasty tone 

Loud enough to feed spit in the man’s face

I push him back refusing to take the spit back

That moment I see him close his eyes

 

My turn

 

I kick my body off the floor 

Feeling myself in mid air

I raise my sword aiming straight at his head

Seeing his eyes open to realize the situation he is in

 

Too slow

 

My shinai falls and smacks on top of his head

Feeling the sense of a fish getting caught on my line

“Meeeeeeeeen” 

I rose my sword up energetically

Appealing my accomplishment 

I glance around to see the flags go up

And breathe out in joy