1 Contemplating the Ancient Way [Ashiko/Private/No Kill] Tue Aug 09, 2016 11:29 pm
Shinako
D-rank
Lord Shikashige was said to have contemplated death every morning. At the age of seven, he was given the responsibility of euthanizing the sick and old deer, using a butcher's knife and his bare hands. He was told daily that the way of the shinobi is one of death, and that he should not cry when the light left the eyes of the deer; that taking the life of a man was not one bit different from that.
By 14 he was tasked with executing criminals, and was a killer of men ever since. When asked how he slept so easily after breaking the neck of a man with his shadow, he would point to the deer in the fields, never failing to find one lamed or ailing. The questioning pupil almost always understood.
Shinako's eyes were closed against the morning sun, her mind fixated on the parable and the image of deer in the pasture. Lord Shikashige had lived over half a millennium ago, and shinobi did not kill so young or so readily anymore. However, as her father had always said, even the hand learned something from the errant blade. Shinako had no desire to be like Lord Shikashige, but it would be a mistake to gain nothing from his life.
The young woman was dressed in her usual garb, a red qipao dress, hemmed short at the skirt and sleeves, with heavy black pants underneath. Her tool belt lay folded to her left, weapons of a war Shinako was not yet ready to fight.
The training ground was just awakening to its usual busy state, with shinobi of all ranks and clans moving into the various areas to practice their arts. Shinako had been at it for hours already, though was just preparing for the day's true study. She was here not to study the arts, but the practitioners themselves.
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By 14 he was tasked with executing criminals, and was a killer of men ever since. When asked how he slept so easily after breaking the neck of a man with his shadow, he would point to the deer in the fields, never failing to find one lamed or ailing. The questioning pupil almost always understood.
Shinako's eyes were closed against the morning sun, her mind fixated on the parable and the image of deer in the pasture. Lord Shikashige had lived over half a millennium ago, and shinobi did not kill so young or so readily anymore. However, as her father had always said, even the hand learned something from the errant blade. Shinako had no desire to be like Lord Shikashige, but it would be a mistake to gain nothing from his life.
The young woman was dressed in her usual garb, a red qipao dress, hemmed short at the skirt and sleeves, with heavy black pants underneath. Her tool belt lay folded to her left, weapons of a war Shinako was not yet ready to fight.
The training ground was just awakening to its usual busy state, with shinobi of all ranks and clans moving into the various areas to practice their arts. Shinako had been at it for hours already, though was just preparing for the day's true study. She was here not to study the arts, but the practitioners themselves.
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