Dear Ikko, Day 57
I wasn't going to write about this, but…I met someone yesterday. His right arm was made of metal and he wasn't a ninja. He used…some other power…I can't explain it. He reminded me of something that…that Dad would tell me stories of.
We had a…um…"discussion" (which involved some pain on both parts). He "won", to some degree, but, as we started to actually talk to each other, I discovered we had a lot in common—we both lost everything and our one wish is to take back the day it all happened. I'm not sure exactly what he was talking about, but I know it had something to do with his arm. I was going to ask him, but I figured it was not the time.
Afterwards, we continued on our separate ways. I hope to run into him again…maybe someday.
-Ippiki Ookami