Master Ichiro opened his drawer in his upstairs room and found a small, dusty box hidden in the back corner.
He opened the box, revealing a black-handled revolver with a six bullet chamber. It hadn't been used for a long time.
In the box, there were six bullets, but he only took one, and slid it into the chamber. Closing the chamber, he spun it and held the gun in his hand, feeling its weight and power.
"I hold no responsibility for what is about to happen…"
Ichiro whispered under his breath and then returned downstairs, where Kiernan was sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat, meditating.
"Whenever you are ready, we can begin."
Ichiro said and stood in front of a painting of the founding father of their village. It was also his ancestor, who built this dojo from the ground up, piece by piece, with his own two hands.
Kiernan softly opened his eyes, then stood up and eased into his defensive stance of his Iron Style.
