Note: This is a large metaphor

Note: This is a large metaphor. Enjoy it and may it make you think for a few seconds before you move on.

Disclaimer: I'm not Japanese, so I haven't got anything cool.

One day, an old man built a dojo, to help people become the strongest they could be. He put it in the middle of the woods, so only the sharpest and most determined could find it.

A tall boy with an angry look on his face came walking arrogantly through the trees, snapping branches, and scowling when he saw the humble building. The old man surveyed him calmly and leaned on his stick.

"Why have you come?" The boy tossed his dark head imperiously and sniffed in an aristocratic way.

"I need to become stronger to avenge my clan. I don't expect you to understand, just let me pass." The man bowed his head and slid open the door, allowing the boy to pass over the threshold.

In the back room, three old women gathered together, holding three balls of yarn.

A few months later, a glaring boy with eyes narrowed in intense focus, broke through the dense undergrowth and ran up to the old man, and immediately started to attack him with a series of kicks and punches. The man blocked them all with a small smile of his face, until the new boy was exhausted, and collapsed on the ground.

"Why have you come?" The old man's chuckle seemed to infuriate the boy more that his humiliating defeat. He glared at him and spat angrily on the ground, getting to his feet and wiping his palms on his messy pants.

"Shut up! I have to train, so I can get stronger than everyone, so people will respect me as a great person! Let me in, you old grandpa!" The man nodded serenely, and opened the door of the dojo, as the boy charged in and began slamming his fists into a punching bag, letting anger and adrenaline fuel his blows.

In the back room, three old women tied the yarn together.

A few years later, a girl stepped lightly out of the woods, and she smiled at the old man, who looked at her with mixed thoughts. She stuck out a hand and he shook it, as the crashing sounds of the two boys in the dojo filled the air.

"Why have you come?" The girl looked down at her gloves and slowly clenched and unclenched her fists. The old man waited patiently.

"I want to get stronger to protect the people I love, so I can always be there to help them whenever they need me." The man looked shocked, and fell to his knees, and bowed his head.

"I'm sorry, but I can't make you that strong. It's beyond me." The girl looked annoyed, opened the door of the dojo, and grabbed the two boys, who were locked in a fierce battle, which stopped immediately as she grabbed their wrists.

Without a word, she pulled them both out the door, and looked back at the old man, who hadn't moved from his position on the ground.

"Thank you," she said politely, "But I can handle it from here."