Spirit of the Sword - I
Splash, splash, splash...
Heavy rain cascades down as a hooded assailant, cloaked in drenched trench coat, dashes through the alleyway. Each step echoes in the puddles on the concrete below.
Quick glances dart around the surroundings. Suddenly, two figures leap in front, drawing swords engulfed in fiery bluish smoke. Unfazed, the hooded figure throws open their coat, revealing a gleaming sword.
With lightning reflexes, one hand on the sheath and the other gripping the hilt, they chant:
"Swift as night, with shadow's might, Blade unleashed, end the fight. Quickdraw!"
Swoosh, swish! With a fluid motion, two swift slashes carve through the air where the enemies stood, silencing them instantly.
Without pausing, the assailant keeps moving, scaling the building with parkour-like agility, reaching the rooftops in moments. From above, they gaze down at the fallen bodies, ears pricked to the approaching goons.
The goons surround the bodies cautiously. "Leave them," a commanding voice resonates. Stepping into the moonlit night, a tall, slender man with a monocle and a top hat examines the corpses.
Inspecting the clean cuts on his men, a wicked smile spreads across his face, revealing jagged teeth. His gaze shifts to where the hooded assailant had been.
He chuckles darkly, "Boss, there's evidence of spirit power in these wounds," one of the goons reports.
"Oh, I'm well aware," he replies knowingly.
Panting heavily, the assailant removes their mask and catches their breath in another alleyway, leaning against the wall. Raising a hand upwards, they form a Vayu mudra and intone:
"Shadows conceal, and darkness hide, Veil my form, let truth subside. Conceal."
A veil of darkness swirls beneath their feet, releasing a deep black mist that envelops them entirely. Moments later, as the mist dissipates, so do their sword and clothes, leaving them dressed casually in their school outfit.
Surveying the area for onlookers and finding none, they step out of the shadows into the bustling streets of New Tokyo.