(Part
2 of Southern Samurai)
One
afternoon, the father rushed in the house.
Dripping
with sweat from working in the barn where he made all of his tools.
He was
passing down a weapon he just finished forging.
A gift
that his child should learn to use for the approaching war.
The
father said he was going to give his boy the gift of Kindness.
Then he
dropped the katana in front of the boy’s feet.
He told
the boy that if enemies were in his path,
That he
should kill them with Kindness.
Everyday,
the boy got acquainted with his cold steel .
Learned
to admire every part of his weapon, including the character embroidered above
the tsuba.
From the
hi to ha, handle to blade, how the sword looked in the light and the shade.
Ignorant
children didn’t like him, and mistook his Kindness for weakness. Warriors use fists and feet!
Until
the day thieves came through dirt roads to terrorize many of those children.
Finally,
a test for the sword that will one day cut bullets.
When
they finally came to the boy, the sword was drawn high.
Then
came low to stab each thief in the thigh, and thrusts down the muscle
Then
ripped the sword out the back of their knee caps with too little precision, too
much force.
The boy
rubbed the character embroidered on his blade and thought he was too kind.
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