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In the sprawling, neon-drenched metropolis of Neo-Tokyo in the year 2084, the search for a new chief Samurai was a matter of great importance. The reigning Emperor, known for his wisdom and discerning eye, had been searching for the most skilled warrior to lead his elite guard. Despite the advanced technology and futuristic marvels of the era, the traditional art of the Samurai still held a revered place in society.
For months, posters had been plastered across the city, calling out to any worthy candidate. To the Emperor’s surprise, only three individuals had stepped forward: a Japanese Samurai, a Chinese warrior, and a red-haired Canadian woman named Ruby.
The day of the interviews arrived, and the candidates stood before the Emperor in the grand hall of the Imperial Palace. The room was adorned with ancient scrolls and futuristic holograms, blending past and future seamlessly. The Emperor, seated on his ornate throne, began the evaluations.
The first to be tested was the Japanese Samurai. With a deep bow, he presented a small silver box. Opening it, a tiny fly emerged. The Samurai’s movements were swift and precise; with a single stroke, he sliced the fly cleanly in two. The Emperor nodded, impressed by the precision and skill.
Next, the Chinese warrior stepped forward. He opened a delicate pearl box, from which a smaller fly emerged. With two rapid strokes, the Chinese Samurai sliced the fly into four perfect pieces. The Emperor’s eyebrows raised in admiration, recognizing the Chinese warrior’s refined technique and dexterity.
Finally, it was Ruby’s turn. The Canadian woman, with her striking red hair and a confident smile, opened a small gold box. Out flew a mosquito, buzzing erratically. Ruby’s sword moved with a series of rapid whooshes, cutting through the air with a dazzling display of skill. The mosquito, however, seemed unfazed, continuing its flight around the Emperor.
The Emperor’s face fell into a frown. “Why is this mosquito still alive?” he demanded, perplexed by Ruby’s performance.
With a cheerful Canadian accent, Ruby replied, “Well, sure, he’s still flying, but I guarantee he’ll never screw again. Eh?” Her wink was as sharp as her blade.
The Emperor could not suppress a chuckle despite his disappointment. Yet, the Emperor’s curiosity about Ruby’s abilities had been piqued. He decided that a direct confrontation among the three candidates would be the fairest test of their true skill and merit.
A grand tournament was organized. The battleground was a high-tech arena, a sprawling structure of floating platforms and laser barriers. The city’s citizens gathered in anticipation, the buzz of excitement palpable in the air. The three candidates were to fight
each other in head-to-head combat, showcasing their strength, skill, and
merit.
The tournament began with the Japanese Samurai and the Chinese warrior facing off. The Japanese and Chinese warriors, confident in their abilities, engaged in a fierce battle. Their blades clashed in a dazzling display of speed and precision, each seeking to outmaneuver the other. However, Ruby stood aside, calmly observing their techniques and waiting for her turn.
Their fight was a graceful ballet of speed and technique, each move
precise and calculated. The Japanese Samurai’s expertise in single,
decisive strikes met the Chinese warrior’s agile and multi-faceted
approach. The duel was fierce and evenly matched.
As the fight raged on, the two men began to tire, their movements slowing and their defenses weakening. Sensing an opportunity, Ruby leapt into action, her sword flashing with deadly accuracy. She disarmed the Japanese samurai with a swift strike, then dispatched the Chinese swordsman with a well-placed blow, leaving them both unconscious on the ground.
The Canadian woman’s fighting style was unconventional; her movements were unorthodox yet effective. Her blade moved like a living entity, cutting through the air with a wild energy that surprised her opponent. Though the Chinese warrior was disciplined and skilled, Ruby’s unpredictability and creativity allowed her to outmaneuver him.
With a final decisive stroke, she emerged victorious.
As Ruby stood victorious in the center of the arena, the Emperor approached her with a mixture of respect and approval. “You have shown not only skill but also the ability to think outside the box. Your unconventional methods have proven effective. Ruby, you are the new chief Samurai.”
Ruby bowed gracefully, her red hair cascading down her back. “Thank you, Your Majesty. I promise to uphold the honor and tradition of the Samurai, with a little bit of Ontarian flair.”
And so, in the heart of Neo-Tokyo, amidst the blend of ancient tradition and futuristic innovation, Ruby became the chief Samurai, bridging cultures and proving that true mastery comes from a blend of skill, creativity, and a touch of humor.
Story by Æ Firestone
Image: AMD
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