Sakura ascended to the Throne amid cheers. The Vizier stepped forward.
“Highness, she is an undeserving peasant!”
In the silence, Sakura heard the twang of a bowstring. Her sword sliced the arrow before it could impact the Vizier.
“Seems deserving to me,” said the Emperor.
“Objection withdrawn!” gasped the Vizier.
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She knocked on the door, then nocked an arrow.
“Greetings, homeowner,” she said. “Would you like to sign our anti-longbow petition?”
“Uh, sure,” said the citizen. He signed. Then she shot him in the leg.
“Thanks,” she said. “Register your assault charge with the police to help advance our cause!”
Thrashing through the midnight darkness,
but did not cry out.
Silently he lay
listening to silence.
Then he fumbled
in his pocket
for a match.
In the flame’s flickering glow, he was struck
and the traitor’s arrow.
He had assumed
he would die
by the sword.