Floor 2 - But once there...

[faded_caesar]

Okay. I found a place to live. And a job. I'm not going to starve anytime soon.

So why the hell do I want to punch a wall so badly? I should be glad to be getting a break...

Tch. Anybody feel like sparring?

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[discanted]

Thus newly arrived, and still warmongering, for it?

Surely sparring can wait.

[faded_caesar]

I know this'll sound dramatic, but I've had my fill of war. I don't particularly want to go back to it. I'm just finding myself with a lot of free time on my hand.

If you have other suggestions, I'd be glad to hear them.

[discanted]

There is a library.

[faded_caesar]

You sound like Mitsuru...

...I'll take the sparring, thanks.

[discanted]

No truer sword than words, they say.

[faded_caesar]

Never been my forte. You have no idea how true that is. I'd rather stick with my fists.

[discanted]

And they with you, I trust, for all the will that hands are given - and many a painter would say such will is great.

[faded_caesar]

...What?

I would hope my hands would want to stay attached to me...but is that really what he could be saying?

[discanted]

Is that not the excuse of all the great masters? "Oh, I did not paint so and so, my hands worked on their own?" And of writers, too?

I must ask whether you will use the same excuse, should your sparring one day lead to another's injury - that you meant no ill by it, yet that your hands followed their own accord?

[faded_caesar]

...

Trust me, when I injure something, I mean to do it. I've never been so careless as to hurt someone I'm just sparring with.

[discanted]

Then you are a mercenary warrior by trade?

[faded_caesar]

Well, I was both a student and a fighter. But there were lots of students...there were only ten people who could fight. And that was at full strength - for a long time, it was just two of us.

So yes, I suppose you could say that was what I spent most of my time on.