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."