Long Knives, by John Wick Kachiko knelt in the darkness, her eyelids so softly closed. The air was still and the darkness was silent. No movement could be seen from beneath her kimono, not even her breathing was visible. Very slowly, the moon crept into the night sky, and Kachiko waited. Quietly. Patiently. "He is ready, my lady," the servant spoke. She said nothing, but rose gently, the darkness so full that only the shape of her kimono could be seen. She moved passed the servant, and out into the hallway, her footfalls silent. "Leave us." "Yes," the bushi agreed. "Very lucky."