The Rebuilding of a Man
Jun 29, 2008 4:50:00 GMT
Post by Musashi on Jun 29, 2008 4:50:00 GMT
Musashi walked alone Port Town. Gone was the weakness he’d displayed after his unexpected and unexplained return from parts unknown. His body was in better shape than it had been in years, and his martial techniques were pushing past the all his previous boundaries.
“Still,” he mused, “It’s all for not since I’d be killed instantly if any real trouble started”
It had been months since he’d lost his connection to his life force, his chi. However one chose to define the unnatural powers that gifted so many of Eden’s residents, Musashi had them no more. “It’s been useful at least,” he thought, “I haven’t had time to practice like this in forever. Periods of peace are few and far between in Eden”
It seemed like the strife torn planet was drawing a collective breath. Musashi hadn’t heard of any major confrontations since his return to Eden 6 months previous. He crossed another street and frowned, “The signs of battle are still everywhere, despite the peace.”
The saiyan warrior sometimes found it difficult to grasp the perspective of those who lived out their entire lives in one place. He thought to himself, “I suppose it’s been a blessing in a way. My ‘home’ has been all of Eden, so I’ve never had to lose it.” He pondered the point. What must it be like to be one of the mass population of Eden, to have beings so much more powerful that they must seem as gods come crashing through their lives, destroying homes, wrecking families, and then disappearing as wisps into the night.
“Really, we’ve been terrible to the people of Eden. Even those of us who have given our lives to ‘defend’ her. As far as these people are concerned we’re just as bad as the attackers. What do they know of the trials we’ve gone through on their behalf? To them we must be as great forces of nature, there’s nothing to do but get out of the way and pray that the damage is only to their homes.” He finished.
The saiyan picked up a piece of concrete, obviously blasted lose some time ago. Was it from the invasion? Or who knows what other conflict that had torn this city apart. The saiyan eyed the blasted out buildings and realized that no one even bothered to repair them now. He wasn’t certain if it was like this everywhere, but it seemed that people had given up the hope of building a better future. All they could do was try to live out their lives until the next storm hit.
“No one should have to live this way,” He thought, “Live with this fear. It’s not just them, it’s all of us too. We fight to defend this planet, and then go back to training so we can be ready to defend it the next time it comes under attack. No one builds anything anymore. Even we, the supposed defenders of Eden do nothing but prepare for more destruction.”
Perhaps it was the time that he’d had to train, relax and meditate, but realization was dawning sharply the warrior. It was a sudden rush of perspective, of purpose even. “It is time to rebuild,” He thought, “Oh yes, it is definitely time to rebuild.”
It was as if a great weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. In an instant, his face shed the gravity, lines fading away and a much more youthful visage revealed. He almost broke in to a run as he made his way quickly back to the Dojo, trying his hardest to hold on to all the ideas that were coming too fast for him even to process them all. Things were going to change, oh yes, things were definitely going to change.
“Still,” he mused, “It’s all for not since I’d be killed instantly if any real trouble started”
It had been months since he’d lost his connection to his life force, his chi. However one chose to define the unnatural powers that gifted so many of Eden’s residents, Musashi had them no more. “It’s been useful at least,” he thought, “I haven’t had time to practice like this in forever. Periods of peace are few and far between in Eden”
It seemed like the strife torn planet was drawing a collective breath. Musashi hadn’t heard of any major confrontations since his return to Eden 6 months previous. He crossed another street and frowned, “The signs of battle are still everywhere, despite the peace.”
The saiyan warrior sometimes found it difficult to grasp the perspective of those who lived out their entire lives in one place. He thought to himself, “I suppose it’s been a blessing in a way. My ‘home’ has been all of Eden, so I’ve never had to lose it.” He pondered the point. What must it be like to be one of the mass population of Eden, to have beings so much more powerful that they must seem as gods come crashing through their lives, destroying homes, wrecking families, and then disappearing as wisps into the night.
“Really, we’ve been terrible to the people of Eden. Even those of us who have given our lives to ‘defend’ her. As far as these people are concerned we’re just as bad as the attackers. What do they know of the trials we’ve gone through on their behalf? To them we must be as great forces of nature, there’s nothing to do but get out of the way and pray that the damage is only to their homes.” He finished.
The saiyan picked up a piece of concrete, obviously blasted lose some time ago. Was it from the invasion? Or who knows what other conflict that had torn this city apart. The saiyan eyed the blasted out buildings and realized that no one even bothered to repair them now. He wasn’t certain if it was like this everywhere, but it seemed that people had given up the hope of building a better future. All they could do was try to live out their lives until the next storm hit.
“No one should have to live this way,” He thought, “Live with this fear. It’s not just them, it’s all of us too. We fight to defend this planet, and then go back to training so we can be ready to defend it the next time it comes under attack. No one builds anything anymore. Even we, the supposed defenders of Eden do nothing but prepare for more destruction.”
Perhaps it was the time that he’d had to train, relax and meditate, but realization was dawning sharply the warrior. It was a sudden rush of perspective, of purpose even. “It is time to rebuild,” He thought, “Oh yes, it is definitely time to rebuild.”
It was as if a great weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. In an instant, his face shed the gravity, lines fading away and a much more youthful visage revealed. He almost broke in to a run as he made his way quickly back to the Dojo, trying his hardest to hold on to all the ideas that were coming too fast for him even to process them all. Things were going to change, oh yes, things were definitely going to change.