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... strike, a classic ’Jōdan no kamae’ leading into a standard men cut. It was a very traditional move. I could see the strain in his shoulders, the slight hesitation as he committed to the attack. He was trying so hard to be perfect.
I didn’t move. I simply tilted my head six inches to the left. His sword whistled past my ear, close enough to stir my hair. The crowd gasped.
He pulled back, his face flushing red, and attempted a horizontal sweep. I bent backward at an impossible ang ...
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