3rd style ☯ [voice]

Jul 29, 2011 22:51

[Beware. There be old man sentimentality afoot.]

I spent most of my life training. I left home at a young age, neglected the family I left behind so that I may reach my dream: to be a great warrior and follow on in my Master's footsteps as a teacher myself. Everything I did was done with the upmost perfection, no matter the blood, sweat, or tears.

And I did indeed achieve my goal, a rather rocky path withholding. It was my privilege to train some of the greatest warriors in China, and an even greater privilege to know them as my students.

Yet I could not protect them from destruction. I wonder, did I truly fail as their Master?

shifu

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