The Makashi Salutation

A duel is never decided by frantic motion, but by calculated precision. In deference to your desire to witness combat, I drew my curved hilt upon the polished mahogany. Locking my footing into the classical opening stance, I elevated the crimson blade into the formal Makashi salute. With deliberate cadence, I executed the sequence: an unyielding parry against an imagined overhead strike, followed by an immediate, razor-straight thrust that ceased a millimeter above the wood grain. The blade remained motionless in my grip, its poise absolute. Real power demands neither noise nor fury—only complete, unwavering command.