It was a rather beautiful evening, the sun having descended into the horizon some time prior, the full moon having taken its place to shine. The skies were an ebony sheet, with twinkling stars appearing like dust that had been forgotten by its owner. The air was clean and crisp, and for once, free of the cacophony of warfare and bloodshed. Aside from a few older men and women seeking the flashy (and dubious) nightlife at a pub or gambling ring, it was a generally quiet, lovely and peaceful evening, and one would be considered fortunate to enjoy it.<br/>Unfortunately for a certain young man, parrying an expert swing with his katana, he was more hardpressed with ensuring he'd actually<em>live</em>to soak in the nocturnal beauty.