Samurai - The Art of War

A samurai walks a pebbled road. Grass whistles at him, as he graces a deserted village. Tentatively he approaches the temple at which he should meet his master. The hairs on his neck rise as he slides his hand down towards his sword. Alone, he feels watched. He slips his shoes from his feet, to allow him to see without looking down. He glides towards the door of the temple. He stops. His feet are warm. Looking down he knows without seeing. A body was there. He tightens the grip on his sword, for he is not alone.