They say that the instant you let your anger take over... The battles over... You have already lost.... To let your anger take over can be fatal..
What can you say to such words when the man you respect most in this world is telling you something that all human beings learn the hard way? But your a child... What do (you) know? All your forced to do is train... To push, push, push... To never give up... The only thing making you angry is the yelling screams you hear over the hills.... Again... Do it again.. So you swing... The marks and scars on your back is a good reminder to not talk back to him...
As you swing and dance with a Shidoki Samurai Blade... It begins to feel heavy in your hands... Your sweat pours down your face like a neverending waterfall... Every swing you give takes a little more energy out of you.... (Again),, you hear in the background.... You cant stand it anymore... Its hot, its humid, and your thirsty....
Even when the old man wasnt satisfied with your trainning... He picks up a blade... Prepare yourself... So you do... You know the hard way not to take this old man lightly...
!0 years will pass trainning like so... Day after day... But by then you have achieved what most marshal artist never get the honer of achieving... True Enlightenment.. You know in your mind that as you train in the future... You will learn to hone your skills more accurately, sharper than a razor,,, and swift like the wind...
Its time to say goodby... Its time go home to the states... What will you do? You really dont know any other way of life... For the first time your really scared...
But then as you get here, you suddenly feel at home... It is easy to get used to life here in the states... There is so much to do... But as you lay your head down at night.. You tend to think about going back... You miss the old man, You miss the jasmine flowers smelling in the morning and the wild daisies at night.... So you make a goal... To find things that make you feel like you were back there...
You meet a few cool friends.... You have fun and go to fun places... And meet even more people...
But one day... Years after you have been back to the states.... and you have trainned the whole time... You get invited to what is known as an underground fight.... Kinda like a fight club for those who like to get rich by making outstanding bets on the fighter... You have never seen anything like it... But what can you do? Your girlfriend is right next to you... (God she is so beautiful)... Her name was Miranda... (Miranda Moore)... The first and truest friend you have made since you came home to the states... She has captured you in everyway possible... As you stare at her for a min, the crowd of the audience starts to get louder and louder... Then your daydream is broken when you hear the screams from what sounds like one of the fighters in the ring...
You turn your head and watch in horror as the man screaming is being crushed in the arms of this 6/3 275 pound giant... He just wont let up... He is killing this man... Something must be done... But before you can react,, WHAM!!!! a chair breaks over the back of this giant beast of a man... It seems that the loosing mans girlfriend felt like she had something to say about all of this... Wow!!!! This cant be real... This has to be fake or made up.... But when you done thinking,, the impossible happens... He grabs this thin woman and begins to have his way with her... Punching and slamming her like a ravaged animal....
By then the blood starts to boil in your vains... You have seen enough... Without having a care or a simple awareness of exactly were you were,, you push through the crowd and with all of your might you kick this giant man in ribs.... The shear force of the blow has rattled you leg like a medal pole that been hit by a car.... But ignore it... You half to get this woman and her boyfriend out of the ring...
Others are there to help pull them away... As soon as you feel better that they are ok ,,you feel a hand grab your hair back... It took 2 punches to notice just what you had gotten yourself into... This is really serious.... As he readies himself to attack again,,, you walk back to the ropes wanting to get away from this enviorment....
Then you hear him... The old mans voice.... You hear him over the crowd... Like he is in your mind speaking through you.... (Let the absolute sertancy of victory fill your entire being.... Unite my way of thinking with your way of acting and create power manifest.. And then engage that energy.. AS if it were opened up like magic.....) Then things suddenly clear... you can in this fight... One punch, missed... Two, then three,, he is slow... You can easley parry his moves... Then you open up with all you have... One kick, one punch, a stance... It seems as if this man is somewhat surprised of what he had just seen... But his anger clouds his judgment making all of his attacks most predictable... This man is easy pickings... So when you take him down you notice the crowd in shock and aww... well thats all fo today.. .ill finish later...
