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Hmm... Not bad Rakoua. Now it's pitch black. Can't see anything. Not the walls, the hand in front of my face, or most importantly, you. This is getting challenging... Kenji thought.
Kenji listened. He heard footsteps. Quiet, but still there. Kenji stopped moving altogether to try to judge the distance.
7 meters... Too far to strike from here. Then he felt his foot hit the hilt of the cleaver blade he had left on the floor. He sheathed his katana quietly and picked it up.
A clattering sound echoed across the room, meaning Kenji had to move while the sound was sustained, unless he wanted to be caught. The noise stopped, and so did Kenji. The footsteps continued, however.
10 meters...Then Kenji thought for a second. A plan formulated itself in his mind...
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