The night was calm as you walked along a dirt path. Yet, despite the serene scene, you felt like you were being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck raised, and you couldn't help but begin to panic.

Lost in your paranoia, only the slight brush of air against your nape alerted you to an attack. You swiftly drew your nichirin blade, slicing whatever attacked you. There stood Upper Moon 3, Akaza.

She lifted her cut wrist to her lips, "That's a nice katana."

She licked the blood off.