The Price

The sound of blades slicing through the air echoed softly beneath the night sky. Moonlight reflected off the flashing daggers, like bolts of lightning tearing apart the darkness of the forest.

Gin Ichimaru moved like the wind, the short blade Shinso in his hand nearly becoming a blur as he launched a fierce assault at Fengjin Chehu, two steps away.

Fengjin Chehu merely kept retreating, relying on the swaying of his upper body to evade. The sharp dagger brushed past his ears and temples countless times, each pass perilously close.

Even so, he still did not strike back. As he moved, he even had the leisure to comment on Gin Ichimaru's swordsmanship:

"Not a bad offensive, as expected..."