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8/26/2016 2:55:42 PM by Teronsuke
(Edited: 8/26/2016 2:56:00 PM)
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She wanted to go and play, but her mother gave her a stern look and put her to work tidying their home. She screwed her face up into the worst display of disgust she could manage and stirred the pot of stew. Her mother just laughed and shooed her outside to beat the furs free of dirt and debris. Finally an activity that allowed her to vent her frustrations and burn off the excessive energy of youth. Stirring up a cloud of dust with her enthusiastic endeavor with the rug, her mother relented and told her she could go play when she was done with the rug. Before she was even done with the sentence, she heard the beater hit the floor of the hut and when she turned, her daughter was gone.
She wanted to go and play, but her mother gave her a stern look and put her to work tidying their home. She screwed her face up into the worst display of disgust she could manage and stirred the pot of stew. Her mother just laughed and shooed her outside to beat the furs free of dirt and debris. Finally an activity that allowed her to vent her frustrations and burn off the excessive energy of youth. Stirring up a cloud of dust with her enthusiastic endeavor with the rug, her mother relented and told her she could go play when she was done with the rug. Before she was even done with the sentence, she heard the beater hit the floor of the hut and when she turned, her daughter was gone.
The familiar ZING sound as the sword met whetstone soothed her. She mumbled her mantra, "This is my sword. It is mine. It is a part of me as my hand is part of my arm. My sword is my life. It will never fail me. Only I will fail it and when I fail my sword, I will forfeit my life as is the way it has been since the beginning. This is my sword. It is mine...." She didn't need to test this edge with her thumb. She knew by the change in the tone that it was razor sharp. It was a sound she knew as well as her heartbeat or her own voice.
The familiar ZING sound as the sword met whetstone soothed her. She mumbled her mantra, "This is my sword. It is mine. It is a part of me as my hand is part of my arm. My sword is my life. It will never fail me. Only I will fail it and when I fail my sword, I will forfeit my life as is the way it has been since the beginning. This is my sword. It is mine...." She didn't need to test this edge with her thumb. She knew by the change in the tone that it was razor sharp. It was a sound she knew as well as her heartbeat or her own voice.
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Mediation was always a problem. Sometimes he just couldn't concentrate enough to clear his mind. Or maybe it was a guilty conscience. Who knew? Today the children were making a lot of noise and it was starting to irritate him. He didn't really like children. They were loud and boisterous and just didn't have the same awe and respect as the adults. Again he tried to relax and begin his meditation when his stomach growled. Where was that girl and his meal anyway? He gave up all pretense of mediation and began to reflect on how it was time to take another wife.
Mediation was always a problem. Sometimes he just couldn't concentrate enough to clear his mind. Or maybe it was a guilty conscience. Who knew? Today the children were making a lot of noise and it was starting to irritate him. He didn't really like children. They were loud and boisterous and just didn't have the same awe and respect as the adults. Again he tried to relax and begin his meditation when his stomach growled. Where was that girl and his meal anyway? He gave up all pretense of mediation and began to reflect on how it was time to take another wife.
The familiar ZING sound as the sword met whetstone soothed her. She mumbled her mantra, "This is my sword. It is mine. It is a part of me as my hand is part of my arm. My sword is my life. It will never fail me. Only I will fail it and when I fail my sword, I will forfeit my life as is the way it has been since the beginning. This is my sword. It is mine...." She didn't need to test this edge with her thumb. She knew by the change in the tone that it was razor sharp. It was a sound she knew as well as her heartbeat or her own voice.
The familiar ZING sound as the sword met whetstone soothed her. She mumbled her mantra, "This is my sword. It is mine. It is a part of me as my hand is part of my arm. My sword is my life. It will never fail me. Only I will fail it and when I fail my sword, I will forfeit my life as is the way it has been since the beginning. This is my sword. It is mine...." She didn't need to test this edge with her thumb. She knew by the change in the tone that it was razor sharp. It was a sound she knew as well as her heartbeat or her own voice.
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