“You're not
the boss of me!”
Spartacus*
#quote
Today
Grandmother came over and also I made progress on my book etc. Also
did you hear the one about the chicken crossing the road?
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
The
Samurai's Weights
As a Samurai
I've found out some of the heaviest things a person carry. First a
weary, injured friend from battle. They put all their weight on you
and you must carry them along. Yet also them asking you not to save
them so that they could have a chance at an honorable death.
But I felt one
of the next heaviest things for someone, greed. I wanted my friend to
live more than I wanted to fulfill his wishes. And he both hated and
thanked me when he miraculously recovered. My sword felt heavy
because of how many I had to kill to save him. Though they were the
enemy so maybe I should just consider it merely something of war
resolved by abiding to the honor of the Samurai code of fighting. But
really what authority did I have on that? A code of honor I
considered one of the heaviest things and discarded pieces battle
after battle, forgetting so much of it I hardly know much of it.
Bushido may mean nothing to me.
Though soon
after discarding Bushido I still possessed all of the abilities of a
Samurai and the position. And so I found one of the last heaviest
things. A sack of gold, payment for a assassination. Heavy both for
its tangible weight and the sins carried in the bag with the gold. But my
blade certainly had better uses than for war and turning on nobles
during night turned out to get much more money than following a code
while screaming into the battlefield.
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