IT IS THE YEAR 1281 AD, THE YEAR OF THE ROOSTER.
A KAMIKAZE IS STIRRING UP A STORM.
AS THE SUN SPLITS THE STONES, AURORAKO, AN ONNA-MUSHA, HAS JUST SEDUCED HER LATEST VICTIM.
HER STRIDE IS ETHEREAL, HER SILK-FLOWING.
SHE IS A PERSON OF LETTERS AND OF ZEN.
EMBEDDED IN THE COVERT ART OF NINJUTSU BY HER DAIMYO.
SHE IS A SENTINEL OF THE WARRIOR CLASS.
OPERATING BETWEEN THE SHADOWS AND THE SHEETS.
A STEALTH ASSASSIN FROM IGA PROVINCE HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT.
DISGUISED IN BEAUTY, HER FIRED METTLE LUSTS FOR BATTLE.
ON HER LEFT HIP, AN AWAKENED SOUL OF JEWELLED STEEL.
HER HAND IS DEALT AT THREE SUN OUT OF THE SCABBARD.
A FIXED GAZE, KATANAS CROSSED, THE SCENT OF A FRESH KILL.
WITH A DEEP UPWARD SWING TO THE RIGHT, SHE WIPES OFF HER BLADE ACROSS HER SHOULDER.
IN OFFERING POETIC HOMAGE, SHE BOWS TO HIS SPIRIT.
HAVING HONOURED HER FALLEN ENEMY, SHE HAS PRESERVED HER OWN.
LOYALTY TO ONE’S SELF NEVER FLINCHES
THE FOG OF MEANING 