Re: Part 3: Road to Nowhere
The good news was that they weren't trying to stay out of sight, just not get tracked by Diana, so the conversation helped mask that.
The bad news was that, Shin-ji was no Zanshin expert. If the girl hadn't been ridiculously pretty, he might not have noticed her odd grin.
But his sensei would have beaten his ass if he'd missed the phones going out. He'd have been punching the boards for hours for something that gonk.
"Our teacher just called it a Russian word that just meant 'awareness'.
The students were the ones who called it Zanshin.
He said "The thing that is out of place may not be a threat to you, but if it is, and you do not notice, it is the thing that will most likely kill you."
Random things would be changed in the dojo, change posters, move decorations, weapons, make adjustments to his uniform. One time he concealed a handgun, unloaded of course, in his uniform. One exercise was to walk between rows of students, one of which who who would attack you. You never knew who.
The idea was, we'd start keeping our eyes open, consciously at first, trying to notice the things out of place, the little movements that indicated someone was committed to violence. Eventually, you become so used to it that the brain does it automatically. "
He got a pained look at the mention of the loss of her family and there heritage.
He wasn't sure how to process that. The death of his sensei and loss of his claat were still heavy in his mind. He wanted to bowing to her while they were walking, but that would have looked ridiculously conspicuous.
It was not an... easy subject. He'd lost his own father recently, and the loss of his dojo still weighed heavy on him. They'd been closer to him than his own mother, in many ways.
"I am so sorry for the loss of your family, and the loss of your blade.
My own father many years ago. I do not think I mentioned it, but I did not want you to think I was trying to compare our loss. I still have my mother at least.
Vamp, you are welcome to my mono-katana, and I will train you any way I can.
I know it is no replacement, but it is a start to continue your family's heritage.
"
He tried to rationalize giving it away with the idea that he really didn't "need' it more with his new arms and legs. But the truth was, every time he looked at the thing now, it just reminded him of his failure at the dojo, and blood.
"I am looking for a new dojo. I will also try and get you in, though we will need to work on the basics, first, to see where you are."
This message was last edited by the player at 21:25, Wed 16 Feb 2022.