Hunt in Tokyo's streets

Hunts in Toki's streets

It's 1980 in Tokyo. It's a normal autumn night; everything seems quiet. However, suddenly, in a dark alley lit only by a few street lamps, lined with a couple of shops and family houses, a man is running for his life. The man, approximately 56, is wearing a moss-green kimono held together by a pastel-brown obi (a wide belt that secures the kimono), and over it all, an olive-green haori (kimono jacket). His eyes glow light green, and he has brown/gray hair. A katana is secured in his obi, its saya adorned with many golden leaves. The man we're talking about is a legendary swordsman named Hirai Fueki.

The swordsman runs through the dimly lit street as fast as he can, as if something is chasing him. Indeed, in the shadows, two mysterious figures emerge, unrecognizable with no discernible physical details. Fueki continues running, but suddenly, a hand grabs his leg, and he falls. As he lies on the ground, he looks where the hand should be, but nothing is there. It's too late; his pursuers are too close. He quickly stands up, draws his sword, seeing no other option but to fight them again.

Focused, he faces his pursuers, who have now also stopped, and says, "Here, we are alone, no bystanders to harm. Why are you following me?" One of the pursuers stares at him sternly and replies calmly, "Don't take it personally; someone just wants to see you dead. It's just business, you understand." "I don't care what kind of business it is; you've picked the wrong person," he says, gripping his sword tightly, rushing towards the mysterious figures, whispering, "Chiba Leaf Storm."

Around him, many small leaves appear, and he swings his sword towards the pursuers. Suddenly, he feels a pain in his chest. He looks down and sees his own sword stuck in his chest. The other mysterious figure looks at him with a delighted expression and starts laughing. He puts his hand on Fueki's shoulder and says, "In the end, you die anyway, and all because of your own sword, HAHAHAHA." He pulls the sword out of Fueki's chest and pushes him to the ground. Fueki, now lying on the ground, has no more strength and lets his sword fall.

The first figure takes his sword and asks for his last words. Fueki responds, "You may have got me, but my will does not die." The first figure looks at him, prepares to strike, and says, "It's nothing personal, just business," then brings Fueki's own sword down on him, beheading him. The second figure starts laughing again, and the first one says, "Our job is done." The first figure places the sword at Fueki's side, and both of them retreat into the shadows from whence they came. The end.