I own nothing.
Smacks to the head, shoves into water, vows to never forgive one another.
Trusting Kenichi did not come early.
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A request denied many times, a closed door, a long vigil outside.
Becoming Katsuichi's student did not happen immediately.
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Buckets filled and carried, wood split, treks up and down mountain trails.
My sensei's lessons did not start noticeably.
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Attacks from nowhere, followed by insults and a stinging scalp.
Learning to sense oncoming attacks did not come quickly.
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An attack blocked, a spar between cane and ax, a wooden blade presented.
My training bokken was not acquired easily.
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An accepted entry, several bouts, a last round with my rival, and then my swords were given to me.
My weapons and position as retainer did not come easily, but very satisfyingly.
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Testing my first blade on a dragonfly, watching another's sword become a perch for one, clashing our blades together before using them on common foes.
Killing Gunichi did not happen at our first meeting.
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Further months spent in training, seeing a familiar face in an unfamiliar way, ominous news calling us to fight together, saying goodbye to a beautiful and familiar face.
Becoming Lord Mifune's retainer did not come without endings.
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A high position serving a loving family, friends of skill and rank, walking in beautiful places among honorable people.
My time as a Samurai was not without things worth remembering.
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A charge to catch up to an enemy, an unforeseen betrayal hitting our flank, the flight of a once-trusted friend, arrows and my own sword cutting into the body of my lord, a scar given, a lonely, but honorable burial.
Becoming a Ronin came too soon …
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An attack followed by a story, another attack followed by a request, more attacks, and a half-drowned retainer and visit to a village later, I went on alone with a young lord, but not my own.
Success as a Yojimbo that first time did not come quickly or easily.
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A dying Samurai of a dead, dishonored lord, a last request, too many, living ninja, a lovely and fierce protector, a delivered message, an insistent servant of an absent addressee.
Unmasking Hekiji's dishonor did not come instantly.
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A job offered, a joke shared, an attack coordinated together, lives taken and a life saved, an inn bill left for only me to pay.
Liking Gennosuke did not come immediately.
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A dismantled village and terrifying description, a blind companion and incredible nose, a terrible secret revealed, followed by blood and a threat.
Being Zato-eno's friend passed too swiftly …
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A boy held hostage, my home threatened, an old rival guarding my back against ninja attack, a secret shared by my oldest love, Keneichi's wife, a grave visited by us both, a promise to smile sometimes for her from now on, on the road.
Calling my village home again did not come readily.
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Another meeting with a Bounty Hunter, another offer given, a harder bargain struck, a persimmon hitting my head as I knelt beneath a pine tree, a talk in an inn followed by my attack, followed by an uneasy, shared stay.
Our joint inn bills were not paid by me consecutively.
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A different meeting than before, a different ending than that of our first bout, a body needing burial, an unwelcome voice, a tale long told, another bill, a stolen purse, an old friend, remembered as such, dead, a new annoyance fed with a meal paid by me again …
Old friends go hard, new do not come suddenly …
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Perhaps I am destined to keep gaining, and losing, many things worth having, a rival, a sensei, a lord, a friend, a love, a position, a mission, a business partner, a son, a life filled with many stories to tell,
but never do they come or go easily …
What do you think?
God Bless
ScribeofHeroes
