"A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love." -Max Muller
"A blade is as much a weapon as it is an extension of the body, moving swiftly along with the flow of the arms, arching back the same graceful lines as a spine, and bending together harmoniously with the sway of the legs. It is more than shining metal ready to slice, cut, or bleed, but also another limb for greater precision and danger. But a flower is a symbol of humanity, sweet and docile, romantic and loving, the representation of life from the beauty of the Earth. It is a blessing of springtime and a reminder of the simplicity of existence with its gentle fragility. Unfortunately, both are in a continuous battle with the flower's growth being cut short by the steady swing of the blade; portraying how there is birth, and there is a bringer of death."
Jericho looked down with a quizzical expression at the bouquet in his arms before pacing over to where Bushido stood admiring the camellias; the sword he carried tucked safely in his belt as he inspected the blossoms. Nudging the teen with the toe of his boot he lifted up the flowers to the other's face.
'Just because they're cut doesn't mean they are any less beautiful. Besides, life is so short, why not try to make it feel longer with some pretty memories?'
"I suppose you are correct." Bushido said with a slight smile, petting the brilliant array of colored petals, "These will certainly brighten up the tower."
Jericho grinned happily, his cheeks a rosy red as he pushed the flowers into the unsuspecting hands of his friend and skipped off to search for more precious bouquets to make.
Watching the curls bouncing on top of the smaller boy's head for a while, Bushido then turned his gaze to the garden walls breathing in the honey scented air, and feeling a wave of peacefulness take over his body.
Perhaps a blade was not as cold as it seemed since the flowers looked even more splendid when they were no longer attached to the ground, and now he could take these delightful clusters back home to show off their charm. Changing his attention back to Jericho, he continued to fondly look over as the other carefully snipped off more blossoms adding them to an overgrown collection of bouquets occasionally dancing through the fallen leaves as the sun beamed down on the boy's golden locks.