A
short to accompany RangeDay. Read somewhere after chapter 13.
Tsuy
muses names.
'Ninja' he calls me. A name of honour, if he truly understands the meaning. From his lips it is always an endearment.
His patience in teaching Stephanie is infinite, and not once does he feel the need to be competitive or prove to us his true strength. Instead he takes pleasure in her growing skill.
His voice is low. Soothing. He moves well, with more grace that someone his size should be able to possess. I watch his kata with wonder.
His body— I wish for my camera. With careful lighting each ridge could be given contrast, each plane defined. Then, the moment I love best of all, the moment where the fleeting second in time turns into permanence... But no. I couldn't ask him that. Besides, my cameras are at home in Tokyo.
'Tank' he calls himself. A heavy, graceless weapon. It is explosive imprecision; crude and without honour. He sells himself short.