Along the very first stop on the way I and me mates found one "Kenji", a
bitter alcoholic, rambling alongside the road. I could see his name from a
nametag he had on his MacDonald's uniform, which he apparently hadn't even
taken off before he began his after-work boozing. His rambling consisted
mostly of prophecies; recited from a book he had lying around. He was
another old-timer who moaned about the times past when Senshi were good and
pure, and when hard did not befall those who didn't deserve it, except from
the hands of those who did. And he said that the great equalizer had
always been Senshi... And still was, but now in the very worst way. The
great striking down was always mere moments away when there were men as
myself at hand. And his nonsense began to take the form of poetry...
"I stood upon the grass of life A field with beautiful flowers Never here has there been suffering For here is the land of the growers"
I walked up to him, with a strange sense of pain and curiosity. I struck him harshly once across the cheek, and asked him what he meant by that. He fell down and couldn't speak, so I took out the knife in my left-middle- front pocket, the one that had an insignia of a rose on it, and told me senshi to step back for a minute. I looked directly into his eyes, and looked as deep as possible to see the beauty in his soul, but he was too drunk to look back at me. I wanted to cry.
So I flipped out the blade, and then pushed it slowly up against his (bloodshot) left eye. I think it started to bleed, but it was hard to tell. I could definitely feel the warm surface of his eye crack, signifying to me that the knife was now inside of his eye. I stared at him, exercising all possible human force to ensure that I didn't penetrate his eye one bit further, at least not until I could determine whether he was really worthy to be considered a human being – even if he would never be half the man I was. What would it mean to be senshi if it wasn't something you're born with?
I spent all the concentration I had just watching my hand. I could see my hangnail, and was at least a little bit disgusted. My knuckle was worn and bruised, more so than was reasonable for someone of my age. But I really don't care, since after all ...my soul was born higher than yours...
About the time I noticed the fact that blood was running down the blade of my knife, I lost my concentration for a moment and my hand slipped just slightly, pushing the knife in just slightly more. Aghast, I very quickly pulled out and felt the embossment of the rose against my palm, and stared into his face with great concern. And I almost went deaf.
He had been screaming. For a long time. Possibly since before I had taken out the knife. And I had been to busy concentrating to notice. There was no way to tell whether or not that would be to my credit or not... But nonetheless it was very eerie. And turning around I found Yaten, Seiya, and Taiki. All a little bit put off by my strange phasing out of complete consciousness. And to tell the truth, it was a little odd to me too. So we killed him.
Seiya cut off one of his arms with a broadsword, causing a small bit of bone to fly off, which unfortunately hit an onlooker in the temple. Yaten laughed, and I punched him in the face (an evil move.) Not that the homeless freak who thought this all his business didn't deserve what was coming to him, but it was not funny.
Yaten grabbed his nose, but instead of retaliating, he took his anger out on Kenji. He cut off a piece of his ear with scissors that he carried around on him. After showing it to him, (in front of his good eye), he slit a piece of his nose.
After several more mutilations and general punches, kicks, insults, and assorted random acts of violence, I told them to let me some room. And so I slit his Achilles' tendon, and left him hobbling to a nearby hospital, which he would almost certainly never reach. I couldn't know for sure though, because it would not be on the news.
Who would possibly care for this Kenji?
Besides, it was his fault. Why would you scream in that deafening pitch when you're already such an ugly soul?
"I stood upon the grass of life A field with beautiful flowers Never here has there been suffering For here is the land of the growers"
I walked up to him, with a strange sense of pain and curiosity. I struck him harshly once across the cheek, and asked him what he meant by that. He fell down and couldn't speak, so I took out the knife in my left-middle- front pocket, the one that had an insignia of a rose on it, and told me senshi to step back for a minute. I looked directly into his eyes, and looked as deep as possible to see the beauty in his soul, but he was too drunk to look back at me. I wanted to cry.
So I flipped out the blade, and then pushed it slowly up against his (bloodshot) left eye. I think it started to bleed, but it was hard to tell. I could definitely feel the warm surface of his eye crack, signifying to me that the knife was now inside of his eye. I stared at him, exercising all possible human force to ensure that I didn't penetrate his eye one bit further, at least not until I could determine whether he was really worthy to be considered a human being – even if he would never be half the man I was. What would it mean to be senshi if it wasn't something you're born with?
I spent all the concentration I had just watching my hand. I could see my hangnail, and was at least a little bit disgusted. My knuckle was worn and bruised, more so than was reasonable for someone of my age. But I really don't care, since after all ...my soul was born higher than yours...
About the time I noticed the fact that blood was running down the blade of my knife, I lost my concentration for a moment and my hand slipped just slightly, pushing the knife in just slightly more. Aghast, I very quickly pulled out and felt the embossment of the rose against my palm, and stared into his face with great concern. And I almost went deaf.
He had been screaming. For a long time. Possibly since before I had taken out the knife. And I had been to busy concentrating to notice. There was no way to tell whether or not that would be to my credit or not... But nonetheless it was very eerie. And turning around I found Yaten, Seiya, and Taiki. All a little bit put off by my strange phasing out of complete consciousness. And to tell the truth, it was a little odd to me too. So we killed him.
Seiya cut off one of his arms with a broadsword, causing a small bit of bone to fly off, which unfortunately hit an onlooker in the temple. Yaten laughed, and I punched him in the face (an evil move.) Not that the homeless freak who thought this all his business didn't deserve what was coming to him, but it was not funny.
Yaten grabbed his nose, but instead of retaliating, he took his anger out on Kenji. He cut off a piece of his ear with scissors that he carried around on him. After showing it to him, (in front of his good eye), he slit a piece of his nose.
After several more mutilations and general punches, kicks, insults, and assorted random acts of violence, I told them to let me some room. And so I slit his Achilles' tendon, and left him hobbling to a nearby hospital, which he would almost certainly never reach. I couldn't know for sure though, because it would not be on the news.
Who would possibly care for this Kenji?
Besides, it was his fault. Why would you scream in that deafening pitch when you're already such an ugly soul?