Katana [22] - FIGHTING!

It was a warm day now. A calm, quiet wind blew through his white hair, occasionally swaying his kimono (or whatever it was...) as he walked down the street, strolling and simply enjoying the weather. Soon he turned the other way and walked along a poorly trodden path to a small abandoned area. And suddenly, in the midst of this silent silence, he heard a soft creaking sound.

When he came closer, he saw you. He was out of your line of sight, so you couldn't see him. He saw you, like a little child, moving your legs and holding onto the swing's handrails, swinging.