We stood overlooking a valley. It was a calming place. A top a mountain peak where we were there was a small gathering of moss her and the scattered among a sea of rocks that gave that appearance of being smooth but yet they felt fought to the touch. Less than two meter from me their was small trickle of water that as it traveled down soon broke in to two rivers. The rivers were thick and had rapid streams but it was all traceability to the trickle of water that just seemed to appear as if the water had no real point of origin for one would try to follow the stream they would be unsure of when it became a trickle and would be unable to find the source of the water. No matter how hard they try. Above was a yellow sun but from it a felt neither warm nor cold. It would seem this star had no other function than it being light to me. But then they was a night blue sky that seemed to drift beyond the star before me. Down below in the valley their stood a second green but not one of the ashy brown of the rocks below my feet but a vast array of different green each at different place within each other blending seamlessly in some and in clear comparison in other. Among the sky their was places of white. And beyond that all came a gentle and cramping breeze.
“ it not quite right but it will have to do. I make some changes and soon stuff might work out but I’m not quite sure”
What stood beside me was first a spider then a shadow without feature then to a person that I would never be able to forget.
“Vi”
She didn’t even respond to my presence. She simply continued to stare out not at anything in particular often letting the breeze sway her into facing new directions and finding new focal points. This silence continues. Until she suddenly turn her head to face me. Once more I’m greeted by the eyes of expectations.
“ hmmm I think I get what you miss”
“ miss?” me
“ It’s time for another lesion”
“Ok” me
The pause continued for some time as my sisters face strunch and pouted. Still her face turned once more to that of expectations. In all my life it is… no was neither those that hated me. Nor is it the countless I killed that come to haunt me. No when I have nightmares it’s not past regrets that assault me. Nor is it the knowledge that my real sister probably died long before I was born and that the sister I came to love and respect was never real. No what I see when I have nightmares is her. Her face contorted into one of disappointment before she begins to walk away. In that regard I am still a child afraid to failed a parent. When father neglected me. When he turned his attention toward my far more talented younger brother. No father wasn’t my father at this point. At times I wonder if father came to love my brother. When I was born all he sourt was a talented successor of his sword. He wanted to enforce his failed dreams of the peak strength on another so that he may live his dream thought them. But I could not bring his that dream. Although I wasn’t without skill I was not the most talented. In the end it was sister who raised me. Groomed me. I have no doubt in my mind that my martial surpority came from her technique. Which is why I polish it every day of every second. I would train the one this for hours but after a while those hours turned into days and those days turned into years I push myself way past pain. Every fight I means for me to find bew weakness in my self and my use of the ‘ art’ because by the end that what it was to me.
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The first form of death. Death descends for all.
It was a movement technique that allowed me to in a sense skip the distance between us by a few meters and afew moments that were to help me. But by the time I had died it allowed me to ‘skip’ any distance. With a single step I could be anywhere. But it wasn’t enough combat power to break those with sting defending or defence techniques. So then I had the ideas couldn’t I skip the distance between strikes resulting in the power to strike as many times as required. It wasn’t perfect or should I say I wasn’t perfect my body could barely handle this new ability. In the end I never completed it. It was still useable I could strike multiple times in a instant but any more than three was only possible because of my body that I spent long time crafting into a perfect form. The second way I used my ability was to ‘skip’ the time in between and during strikes as I grew in power the speed of my attacks grew as did the speed of the strike itself but I was never able to skip the hole process merely shorten it. However although this gave me a edge in the end it was my third use of the ‘ skip’ power I attempted that gave me the most problems. I attempted to skip the cost of usage to allow me to move without rest. The first time I tried I was left in a almost coma like state for three months. I learnt many things at that time. In the end I was able to skip the cost of one attack per hour. Hmm still this is an old story and to dwell on the past for too long is a weakness.
I probably don’t contain many good emotions towards that time of revelation. To hold doubts towards your own feeling and more so the feelings of those who I once saw as being above all else. But that is a story for another time. To dwindle in the past for to long is a weakness.
“ What is the one thing that is required for all victories ?”
“ it’s” ‘ crack’ a hand crashes down upon my head before I may even begin to give my answer. The strike brings neither pain nor anguish
“ silence! Go sit and think on the answer. We will convene at dawn”
“ Dawn”
“ yes. Yes dawn is a good time but while you sit here and do nothing I will hunt for fish in the river. Swordy to me, I summon thee. I have the utmost need of you”
“ swordy?”
“ Silence! disciple it doesn’t sound like you are thinking of life’s greater meaning”
“ I thought the question was what is required for victory? also disciple is new”
“ no you fool it’s what is required for all victories. The all is important and I think you will find that you have been depromoted from disciple to shity disciple for questioning”
There was a pause as my sister made eye contact with me. I could tell that this would only end in her victory. So after all I nod and consented to my lose. I mean after all it impossible to argue with stupid people and it’s impossible to argue with insane people now I’m meant to argue with the insanely stupid . I turn my head only to see that she already returned with her sword and as if to test its sharpness she playfuly swings it through the air only for me to see a mountain that appeared to be 34 kilometres away from me get sliced cleanly in half as the top part begun to slide down its side only to block of the entrance to the valley only for her to turn to the mountain next to us. I then watched as history repeats itself turning this valley into a bowl.
“ fu fu fu now the valley will flood and it will be easier to catch some fish ha ha ha. Sometimes I scare myself with my own genius”
Or maybe it not insanely stupid but stupidly insane.