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Shinobi. Eastern traditionalism. Words, with clarity and perfection, that describes the Snow Lotus' garments. Without flaw, they hugged his frame. Detailing, enthusiastically and smoothly, the lean, sculpted proportions of his tall, conditioned frame. Their color, arctic white. And the samurai's flair, effortless. Swagger, wicked and cool, his every movement, every mannerism, dripping with the cool, the mystique, the gelid edge and cold confidence that women found seductive, and men intimidating. The air and its particles, they hung in anticipation of a bout that tales would, in the future, tell was an exhibition of martial perfection. Sosuke's performance, would ensue with clarity of mind, conservation of stamina, and physical stability. Deep breathing.
It corrected the combatant. Increased air exchange prepared the body, for its next movement by using oxygen for metabolism. Then, then the New Age Samurai's eyes, relaxed pearls of pale, crystal blue, rested on his adversary, the masked swordsman. It was misleading, for where Sosuke's gaze seemed to focus, was not where it was. The apple of his eye, in that moment, was 'Mai-ai', the distance between two swordsmen. It is the correct distance one establishes that enables the execution of a successful strike. Footwork, reach, and speed, the fundamental trinity to controlling distance. Sosuke however, blessed with a most unorthodox power-set, could control distance with authority. Photokinesis, the power to manipulate light and its quanta, photons.
Eyesight. It was a sense that man possessed by virtue of their optic organs. Organs that, once subjecting the back of their retinas to the presence of photons, processed the physical information in light, to then correctly interpret visual stimuli. It was an irreplaceable sense. One that, Sosuke, with his command over photokinesis, had become a master at disrupting. By stopping the photons bouncing off of him from reaching the back of his masked foe's retinas, the New Age Samurai had, simply put, rendered himself invisible. And it was crucial. For, unless his opponent possessed some kind of extraordinary sensory perception, he literally wouldn't see the samurai coming. He darted forward, using his speed and a quick two-step hop to glide into range. And once on the inside, Sosuke would seek to exercise his undisputed, martial brilliance.
How? First, by attempting to neutralize the masked man's sword-hand. With his free hand, Sosuke attempted to secure a thumbs-down wrist grip on the wrist of his opponent's sword-hand from the clinch. Why a thumbs-down grip? Because in order to break a wrist-grip, one must yank the arm in the direction of the thumb of the opponent's gripping hand, otherwise, it was impossible. And should he find himself in the Kenjutsu King's wrist-grip and, yank his arm downwards, the masked swordsman would be moving his arm and sword away from his upper body, and leaving it, with no arm and sword to block or parry, completely exposed to a sword-strike across the top. It was in that moment, if it came, that Sosuke would attempt to capitalize, opportunistic and with the predatory flair of a viper, with a swing towards what he hoped would be his adversary's exposed midsection.
His elbow joint would extend at the final instance, intent on popping his sword into the strike without flaw. The motion was smooth, mildly twisting his grip on the sword to impact the masked man's midsection with a sharp, kinetic force designed to break the initial resistance that his adversary's garments and flesh would provide. If successful, from there, the Kenjutsu King's strike would continue smoothly along the horizontal motion, his arm following, dragging the sharp edge of his katana, clean, across his opponent's midsection, with the objective of leaving behind, the deepest laceration possible. While having yet to activate his Acid Katana's fluoroantimonic acid micro-capsules, he followed the failure or success of his strike with another.
Hopping off his front-foot with a spin, harnessing its momentum and centrifugal force, adding torque from his hips, Sosuke sought, to cover his retreat, by whipping his sword with a spinning back-strike that threatened to cut, cleanly, through his masked adversary's neck. Meanwhile, his photokinesis, still active, not only worked to maintain his invisibility, but to command the photons bouncing off of his master, Y-Intercept, to refrain from reaching the back of her opponent's retinas, hopefully rendering her invisible to him.
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