Shiro was on the ship's deck, his eyes shining with fun as he watched the three assassins coming at him. He knew one was hiding in his shadow, and the others were coming quickly. Everything was happening very fast, but Shiro was calm, thinking about what to do next.
When the assassins from the front and side tried to grab his neck with their daggers, it felt like everything slowed down for Shiro. Their quick moves seemed slow to him. He saw everything clearly—their serious looks, the shine of their daggers, and how they planned to attack.
"Huh," Shiro laughed quietly, a sinister smile on his face.
"Moonlit Phantom Dance," he said quietly, his voice sounding strange and deep.
Suddenly, Shiro moved like a ghost, quick and hard to catch like the light of the moon. His skill, the Moonlit Phantom Dance, let him move so fast and smoothly, it looked like he was flying.
