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I had seen the motion, the preparation before, the grace and power of that movement, long ago in the garden, when Lord Akio, forgoing a living target at my behest, as I was a guest of the shogun, had demonstrated the effectiveness of the war fan on a young tree, close by the side of the gardener, Haruki. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 60, Sentence #325)

Fighting bodies were no longer interposed between Yasushi and Tajima and the foe at their portion of the bridge, nor, at the other portion of the bridge, that closer to the gate and the raked sand, between Lord Yamada and Nodachi and the foe. Lord Yamada and Nodachi had turned to look up to me, at the height of the bridge. Were they awaiting my cry, to abandon the bridge? "Beware!" cried Katsutoshi. I had seen the motion, the preparation before, the grace and power of that movement, long ago in the garden, when Lord Akio, forgoing a living target at my behest, as I was a guest of the shogun, had demonstrated the effectiveness of the war fan on a young tree, close by the side of the gardener, Haruki. I assumed his target was Lord Yamada, but never learned, for Lord Akio suddenly stiffened, and the fan fell behind him. Warned, Lord Yamada and Nodachi had swiftly turned, but only to see Lord Akio, in his exquisite robes, crumple to the ground. One of Lord Akio's men raised his sword to strike Haruki, who stood there, a long, four-pronged garden fork, used for turning soil, bloody to the socket, in his hands, but the blow failed to fall, and the bearer of the lifted sword spun away, his blade lost, he grasping at a long Pani arrow in his throat, blood running through his fingers. - (Rebels of Gor)