From a rooftop

Jan 06, 2005 14:35

A lesson I attempted to impress upon my idiot apprentice was that no man can live in a void. Even I, who prefer solitude, and am properly equipped to be certain of it, have long since come to terms with these things. Perhaps it is my distance which allows me to see the patterns others do not.
People are like birds. They move as a flock.
And when I am suddenly in the presence of a surprising number of people who my honed senses tell me are accomplished and veteran warriors... who do not apparently know one another very well... in the same city as Kenshin... I choose to set some distance and observe for a time.
When so many bearing the burden of that manner of experience and skill gather in one place, turbulence almost always follows.
I despise turbulence.

So, I have watched, for a while. This new age has displaced so many, in so many ways, but especially it has been the sword-saints, the kenshi, the ones who live in the sword. I suppose it is inevitable that they would eventually begin to gather, with or without their knowledge.
One does wonder what they'll do with their time, now.

As for me, I should finally get around to visiting that altruistic, optimistic, ridiculously cheerful fool at the Kamiya Dojo.
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