Post by Kenji on Mar 21, 2011 6:20:57 GMT -5
Blessed.
By the Kamis ? I've been told not even the Kamis can do this. Actually they even do thing worst. No, not the Kami. The Oracles ? May be. May be the Dragon of Jade choosed to forgive me. To give me a new chance.
I was one of the so many wandering Dragons. One of these "improductive" monk-like, some of the more traditionalist, and the more direct, Clans say. Yeah, you know the Tao, you know your kenjutsu, you have pretty tatoos, and some of you even can talk to spirits - some rumoured. Shiny mystery. What's that for ? You dwell in your mountains, doing nothing but training, you get down your mountains, doing... nothing. Walking the Empire. Listening in courts. Fighting when provoked in duel.
I walked the Empire, just so they say, following my own way. My own path, just like our Kami once taught us. I didn't why, but I felt confortable in doing so. May be that was my mistake : feeling confortable.
Then there was this day, this dusk when I crossed their paths. I was travelling to Shiro Morito. One has to pass through the ruins of Shiro Chuda in order to reach the Ox territory. It was getting late. I wasn't afraid to spend the night in here. I saw some lights. May be some travelers. And there I was, about to ask if I could share the heat of their fire to a bunch of maho-tsukaïs. I haven't recognise the chants. As a single answer, one of them slice the air toward me. Too far, I tought, but I could reach him a breath later. In a moment, theirs heads have left their shoulders. No more wrong doing for them. I smiled at the feeling of doing right. In the corner of my lips, a single drop of blood rolled in. My blood. Cut from the first attack. It had indeed touched me. Just enough. I checked the blade of the tsukaï : obsidian. The bad sort. Soon, I felt my cheek tingling at the pain. I didn't take the time to burn the corpses. I ran away north.
(To be continued...)
(Sorry for my poor english as I'm french)
By the Kamis ? I've been told not even the Kamis can do this. Actually they even do thing worst. No, not the Kami. The Oracles ? May be. May be the Dragon of Jade choosed to forgive me. To give me a new chance.
I was one of the so many wandering Dragons. One of these "improductive" monk-like, some of the more traditionalist, and the more direct, Clans say. Yeah, you know the Tao, you know your kenjutsu, you have pretty tatoos, and some of you even can talk to spirits - some rumoured. Shiny mystery. What's that for ? You dwell in your mountains, doing nothing but training, you get down your mountains, doing... nothing. Walking the Empire. Listening in courts. Fighting when provoked in duel.
I walked the Empire, just so they say, following my own way. My own path, just like our Kami once taught us. I didn't why, but I felt confortable in doing so. May be that was my mistake : feeling confortable.
Then there was this day, this dusk when I crossed their paths. I was travelling to Shiro Morito. One has to pass through the ruins of Shiro Chuda in order to reach the Ox territory. It was getting late. I wasn't afraid to spend the night in here. I saw some lights. May be some travelers. And there I was, about to ask if I could share the heat of their fire to a bunch of maho-tsukaïs. I haven't recognise the chants. As a single answer, one of them slice the air toward me. Too far, I tought, but I could reach him a breath later. In a moment, theirs heads have left their shoulders. No more wrong doing for them. I smiled at the feeling of doing right. In the corner of my lips, a single drop of blood rolled in. My blood. Cut from the first attack. It had indeed touched me. Just enough. I checked the blade of the tsukaï : obsidian. The bad sort. Soon, I felt my cheek tingling at the pain. I didn't take the time to burn the corpses. I ran away north.
(To be continued...)
(Sorry for my poor english as I'm french)