I look at him
A blind man with a cane
Names are exchanged
My sword is drawn
I move to strike
So quickly the cane reveals a sword
My chest burns
My sword falls to the ground as I slip to my knees
Smiling slightly I tell him
Death at your hands is more than I imagined Ichi
With that said I let out my final breath and fall to the ground
There is a series of films about a blind swordsman named Zatoichi...being the Samurai at heart that I am I couldn't resist
