His Fight
Sibling rivalry:
Eldest brother against youngest brother
is something no mortal with a lively heart
should bear witness while standing
from an emotional distance.
I know this is his fight;
a fight amongst vigorous ninja
bond together by guardian's blood
over circumstances I will never comprehend,
maturing into the boy I am now
with no imperious parental gaze to witness.
But standing frozen like the Arctic's iceberg
as I watch him slip to mislaid, shattering pieces
with crystal eyes that reflect apprehension and anxiety,
are demands I cannot conform.
Even thought this his battle,
even though his whole intention
was to prepare and enhance in strength for this moment of retaliation,
I must act promptly.
"He'll hate you for interfering," my instructor will say.
"Yeah, but better him hate me in reality…
than hate me in spirit."
