Point of View
(Saiyuki inspired)
The journey to the west is long and tedious. There were trials and tribulations that we met along the way, but none as trying as the long drive itself. Everyday we had to battle ourselves. In the enemies we fought we saw our lives being reflected back at us. Their terror as we cut through them a mirror for our own fear that coursed through our veins and flowed round our body with the pumping of our hearts. Their shrieks of pain before death similar to our contempt of our own lives and the daily pains that reminded us that we are alive. So many parallels between them and us, I no longer understand the distinction I make between us. My senses of self slips as I search the eyes of mine enemy, are we not all bound by the same metaphysical laws, are we not all made the same way? Youkai. We're all the same.
I fight another and another and another. They rush at me one after another; there is no chance for rest nor pause for breath. I hear the cracking of bones beneath my weapon, and learn the frailty of life with each strike. I watch mine enemies incinerate in each blast of raw energy till not even a particle is left to tell of their passing and I ponder my own temporal existence before being swept away together with the dust. Each slash, each cut, each drop of blood shed by my scythe reminds me of my pained blood drenched existence. What more is life than the struggle for survival the search for a validation for my being. What more meaningful than the search itself for meaning.
At the end of the fight, at the end of each interruption there is not an extra thought spared to pick up the pieces of destroyed lives. After all, the dead turn to dust and are swept away. We are all same but we are not the same, similar but not identical. What should I care if you fell dead beside me, what should they care if I did the same? The worst kind of isolation the kind amongst a familiar crowd, I heard someone say that before. These words these teachings are the only link between you and me. We moved as one but when the time comes we are all separate strains of existence, as separate as the sun is from the moon and the sky is from the earth. Elemental in our natures, we return to the elements.