Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction. Story begins after the photo.
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Humor
Word Count: 250
Ancient Warrior God
Toji Sakamura gestured to the three wakizashi on the little shop’s countertop. “My father imbued mystical powers into these weapons when he made them. The fires were built with the tooth of the dragon and cooled in the blood of the tiger.” The elder Sakamura beside Toji just nodded and smiled.
Witherspoon grimaced sourly at his henchman and said to Toji, “Yeah, sure. Like Asian gods and stuff.”
“Oh no!” Toji said. “No such thing as Asian gods. Mystic warrior is more correct.”
Witherspoon rolled his eyes and asked, “Are they sharp?” Idly he pulled his ringing cellphone out of his pocket, decided to ignore the call and set it down on the counter.
Smiling, Mr. Sakamura unsheathed a weapon and…
…sliced the phone in two.
“Oy! What the hell?” Shouted Witherspoon.
“So sorry!” Apologized Toji. “My father thought you wished demonstration.”
The henchman brandished a lead pipe. ” ‘Ere now. Mr Witherspoon don’t like…”
Most of the pipe flew away, cleanly cut in two.
“Sorry! Demonstration again.”
“That’ll be enough of that,” said Witherspoon, confidently aiming his Glock 9mm. “We’ll now discuss what you’ll pay to continue owning a shop on my turf.”
The steel barrel of the Glock slid off. Neatly cloven.
The two gangsters decided they’d had enough and bolted out the door.
The elder Sakamura said to Toji, in English, “Do you think they believed you?”
“The Mystic Warrior schtick? Of course! Who would ever believe you’re an Ancient Warrior God?”
Each week, Alastair Forbes presents an original photo and encourages us all to write 100-200 words (400 in a writing emergency) about the photo. Everyone is invited to join in on the fun. Original prompt is here: http://alastairsphotofiction.wordpress.com/2013/08/25/photo-fiction-august-25th-2013/