Behind our Masks

(ONGOING)
"You're a samurai, are you not?"

Silence followed after his question.
The person that was supposed to answer it stayed quiet and still. Not a single movement that came from it, as if it was a statue. Only their long black hair, neatly pulled into a high ponytail, moved with the light breeze.
He took a moment to look at them closer from where he was standing.
The dark gray kimono loosely hanging around the figures frame, hiding their shape, but neatly tugged in the lighter coloured hakama. Though, it was noticeable that the hakama was worn out, same as the kimono. His gaze wander down the frame to the katana in their right hand.

"If you are.." he started talking again. "Why are you carrying around a dull blade?"

The question triggered a movement from the person, it was small but enough to know that they were still listening. Their head turned slightly, revealing a glimpse at the mask they was wearing. The grip around the katana has tightened.

"Watch your words if you want to keep your tongue" The words came out sharp.

He was surprised by the voice of the person, taken aback because of it.