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Beneath the crimson banners of feudal Japan, blades screech across ice where warriors rewrite honor in a storm of slashing sticks. Samurai charge with battōjutsu fury, their hockey katars carving moonlit arcs through airborne pucks—each strike a haiku of violence, each defensive stance rooted deeper than ancient pines. Across the rink, ninja clans flow like poisoned ink through defensive lines, their black-lacquered sticks flicking vulpine passes that defy angles. Shinobi forwards vanish behind smoke-bomb dekes, reappearing at the net’s threshold with kunai-quick wrist shots. The scorekeeper’s war drum thunders as rival clans trade goals—a shogun’s arrow finding its mark, a shadow’s dagger blooming crimson silk. With the frostbitten final period bleeding into overtime, rival captains collide at center ice: one armored in ancestral steel, the other a silhouette edged in killing calm. Their sticks cross once—a thunderclap heard in both mortal and spirit realms—as the puck descends like a blood moon awaiting its dynasty.
