I had taken a short hike, and was out doing my daily routine. I had already shot fifty arrows with each hand; now, I was practicing my swordsmanship. I moved like water, as if dancing with an invisible enemy. Slash, backstep, stab, dodge, slash, parry, thrust… I was lost in the moment. I ended the sequence with my signature Spinning Slice, sword glowing with mystical energy as I spun like a top. I leapt into the air, ceasing rotation as I hung for a while, before falling back on the grass.

A sigh of exhalation left my lips. Good workout, I thought.

A figure caught my eye, and I turned around. An enemy‽ Wait… no hostility. Fellow hiker? Fan? Admirer?

"May I help you?" I asked.