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.
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. ENFRENTAMIENTO DE SAMURAI
The mist clung to the tall grass of the Sekigahara plains, smelling of damp earth and impending iron. Two men stood twenty paces apart, motionless as weathered statues. Silence returned to the field