The blades of the yakuza met only air, but Ichi’s steel found the gaps in their armor and the rhythm of their strikes. In ten seconds, the circle was broken. The men lay in the dirt, groaning—wounded, but alive. Ichi did not believe in unnecessary death, even for fools.
"Forgive me," Ichi whispered to the empty air, bowing to his fallen opponents. "I really am a very poor masseur." subtitle New Tale Of Zatoichi (1963) [BluRay] [...
"Is it?" Ichi smiled, his fingers dancing over the head of his cane. "I can only hear the light fading. The insects are changing their tune. That is how I know the day is dying." The blades of the yakuza met only air,