His samurai trailed far behind as he pursued the White Feather. She jumped from rooftop to rooftop. She was attempting to escape his blade, knowingly unable to match his skills.

“You’re good with a blade!” he called as he raced down the street after her. He laughed. “But you’re not good enough!”

Ujiwara glanced about, making sure she wouldn’t escape between jumps when he couldn’t see her directly atop the roofs. If she tried to hide, his samurai would surround the area and capture her.

“Fly, little bird!”