History changes course.
Calmly, Oda groomed himself as honor dictated.
Before sunset, another conquest would be complete.
He ceremoniously donned his seasoned dueling silks and swords – one short, one long.
Cherry blossoms and rice patties swayed in the gentle breeze.
The enemy's champion stooped silently upon the prearranged spot, insignificant as an ant.
They stood opposed, adhering to the demanded rituals
Deadlier than the divine wind, Oda lunged.
The ant countered, pulling an iron pipe from his silks instead of swords.
Lightening flashed. Thunder cracked. Smoke followed.
Pain tore through his chest.
Dishonor!
Oda’s blade collapsed to the ground.
Shouganai.
About the Creator
Matthew Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of random knowledge. The best way to find your perfect story is to write it yourself.
Here there be dragons, and knights, and castles, and quests for entities not wishing to be found.
Comments (1)
Wow - This was my favorite piece of micro fiction that I've read in a while! Your imagery was wonderful.