The Ultimate Badass
"Uhm?" his mouth had noodles hanging out of it.
He slurped the noodles into his mouth, "a little, yeah." He took a mouthful of chicken cutlet and some vegetable, perhaps broccoli. There were also a couple of slivers of ginger floating in his soup for taste.Cold steel was pointed towards his head as he lay in a heap on the mat. His own steel laid away from him, twisted into betraying him with a deft parry and lunge. "Up... On your feet... Do not die... You are not to die until you finish the fight or give up... You will win because you WANT it more."
He reached for the blade lying by his side, pulled it towards him with his fingertips and grabbed the handle and then started peeling himself off of the floor, leaving a red stain where his torso was lying. He was then on his knees. He coughed, and breathed - looking up to his instructor and the blade hanging inches from his face, ready to stab his eyes out.
He then stood back up, wobbling and nearly falling back over before finally clutching the blade in both hands. His gaze then met his instructor's, despite the blood in his eyes clouding his vision, and a weakness in his body "Hm. Most people give up or run - inviting me to stab them in the back and die tired. Good..."
"That's my boy!" he could hear his mentor's voice in his ears, filling him with comfort, but with no time to savour it as the lesson wasn't over yet. His instructor swung first and he sidedstepped the attack. He moved to intercept, but was intercepted himself. He did not back down.