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[b]Oni no Hanzo[/b]
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A curved blade, withdrawn from a curved sheath using a particular technique. Even that was enough to narrow down this Servant as samurai. A certain Shogun perhaps?

She did not force her sword when it was parried by that Servant, for that was a foolish gesture novice made, which left themselves overcompensating for the blow. Hanzo wasn't just a shinobi after all, she was samurai, and served on the battlefield before. And if the enemy started to attack her like this obvious samurai did, well... She simply parried one or two blows before jumping backwards out of reach, almost disappearing, throwing spherical balls onto their feet, surrounding the area with pinkish smoke. 

[color=a187be]"Fu hu hu~"[/color] A smile as she disappeared into the smoke.

A trick within a trick, one perhaps the samurai would have recognized should she be the type that encountered shinobi before. She was familiar with the trick, and therefore immune, but how will the samurai and their Master react with her vision obscured and that cloying sweet smell blocking their noses?

Like ghosts from within the smoke, a lead weight at the end of a chain flew at horrific speeds towards the Master.