He slept peacefully beside me that day, slumped against a wall, knowing that I would never allow harm to come to him, until the Wolves of Mibu came. These men would never change and they flaunted that flaw within their characters. They were truly deplorable, even more so than he was. They all possessed the same chilling amber eyes that he could bring to his command at will, flaunting their bloodstained clothing to the public. Yes, they were truly deplorable.
Japan was in the throes of war. I knew that then and I know it know. I know that the senseless acts of violence brutally acted out upon the innocents are done within the name of peace, underneath a façade of serenity that will supposedly make life greater for us all. But, how is that justified when all of us may not make it to this new, better world and enjoy this peace? Why create such death so that none may enjoy the fruits? Why commence this futile exercise against humanity?
My duty with the children is the greatest work that I believe that I can do; there is nothing that gives me greater peace or joy to see all those children come together, be together, live together. I tell of them every day and hope that I may continue to speak of their young, naïveté antics every day of my life. They are the greatest gifts to ever be granted.
But… I did not know that he could appreciate the children as I do. I would never have known that he could walk within their midst and be one with their gentle spirits, to easily tolerate their roughhousing, even when it meant damage to his own pride. It is amazing that children can humble even the greatest of mortals.
And it is even more amazing to see that man humbling himself to accept and return the affection of one shy girl, taken by him, never knowing what he is. If only all the troubles of the world could be viewed within the omniscient eyes of a child….
Life is simplicity…