𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮
The two men approached a narrow, decorative bridge spanning across the pond dug neatly in one corner of the Oyashiman-styled villa. One of the men, with a kabuto crowning his head, crossed gingerly to the opposite end and left the other to plant his feet on the end just crossed. The pair held sparring swords as still as the pond's untouched edge beneath them. The only movement between the duelists at first was that of their eyes, tracing each other and their foregrounds; koi fish raced in patterns beneath the surface of the pond.
"You both will spar with one another. The first to make contact with the other's body gains a point, the first to three will win. If you topple over into the water, your opponent will also gain a point."
The Renshin duelist made his first approach, holding his sword high over his right shoulder and shuffling his feet enough to close the distance between his opponent. His strike bore down against his opponent's left side and his opponent attempted to beat back the blow before it landed against him.
"Nemeto ach teutoaju!" [¹]
Wood beat against flesh, making for a dull gong. An excited yelp and the men separated.
"One point for Mogura-san!"
Cunimund turned on the balls of his feet to face Mogura again. He initiated the approach this time, taking a one-two step forward and bringing the sword in a swipe upward and towards Mogura's left hip. The Renshin reciprocated with a block and a lunge forward.
"Hwakin ju sin dobre?!" [²]
Wood drummed against clavicle, a louder beat. Cunimund withdrew this time no longer with smile, but a mouth agape with aggravation.
"Another point for Mogura!"
Mogura, on his third approach, closed with greater speed. Cunimund raised his sparring sword while keeping his hips open and balance teetering between both knees; the Renshin's attack came too swiftly for the Cingedoz to respond. Cunimund closed his eyes and clenched his mouth as Mogura sent him careening off the bridge and into the pond below. He surfaced, gasping for air like a fish out of water and with a lilypad resting on his head like a kasa [³].
The two met and embraced after Cunimund climbed out of the pond, Cunimund remarking on the martial tradition of the Renshin. Ame, tasked with refereeing the spar, inclined with courtesy and came to Cunimund carrying towels to dry himself.
"I've clearly spent too much time fightin' in shieldwalls and naught enough time taking care ta' develop mineself in one-on-one combats. Tis' a honor ta' duel ye'. Yer' sword-strokes fell true t'is day good Mogura!"
Cherry blossoms scented the breeze that blew in between the walls that enclosed the Renshin tsuboniwa [⁴], the calm after the combat.