Sunday, August 21, 2005

   The Warrior who hates the Rain (Ep.6)
. . .As I stepped off the stone railing and in front of the guards they didn’t do anything, they stayed stiff. I searched my pockets for my amulet and put it around my neck. I walked up to the door and the guards put their Halberds in my path.
“State your business fighter,” spoke the one on my right.
“I’m here to take the Swordsman Test,” I said to the door. The guard on my left turned and knocked once one the door. A knock came from the other side. Than the guard knock twice and clap once. Than there was one small soft knock, and he turned around. The doors opened and a man with grey hair and a courtier’s outfit on motioned me inside.
“This way good fighter,” a courtier’s job was to escort unknowns and pupils, they were like butlers for the council. He brought me into an arena where the Grand Master was dodging attacks from a woman who was fighting with a short sword.
“Have a seat the Grand Master we’ll be with you when she’s done.” And he walked away. I remember when I fought the Grand Master he wore armor that covered his body completely. In this fight the armor he was wearing was made up of diamond shaped Steel shapes spaced apart connected with small metal bars it coved his entire body, his hands, his feet, even around his head. She kept jabbing forward for the red ceramic plate. And he kept swatting it away. It took me seven weeks to break it. Grand Master would hit you in any spot that was open to teach you about blocking. He never told you what to do, even when not fighting him he would not give any tips. She reared back for what look like a slash but went to a non-fluid motion of a left sided under arm hack. Grand Master chopped her in her side and she fell.
“You can quit today and continue tomorrow,” he told her. I hated it when he told me that, it made me continue to fight and get frustrated. She nodded and got to her feet and walked away holding her side. The Grand Master begun to take his armor off. It came off in pieces as if there were gloves, helm, chest plate and leg plates. He looked into the stands and saw me watching.
“Ah Mytho what can I do for you,” I stood up and bowed.
“I see you don’t forget who you train Grand Master Ten,” I replied, straighten up.
“What did you think of her she’s been trying since this morning,”
“And she gave up with a chop into her sides?”
“I remember your fight never giving up until something was broken,”
“Still the same I see you have new armor,”
“Yes come down and bring your sword we shall talk in a spar, I want to see how much you have changed,” I took my jacket, snow pants and my sweater took my sword out of its sheath and jumped into the arena.
“So what are you doing back a swordsman test?” he had put his armor on and gone into a stance.
“Yes . . . , were is your weapon?” I asked trying to make it that I’m surprised.
“Ah that’s the beauty of this armor it is the weapon as well,” I brought my sword down and he blocked it with his arm my sword crashed down on one of the steel diamonds. Grand Master Ten was a little shorter than me and he was his strength isn’t notice by his physical but by how he fights. It’s as if he was a muscle builder. He’s hard and fast but almost looks like a bean pole. I strike against his armor not at full strength I’m seeing what he does with this Weapon/armor.
“Your not fighting at full,” he went into to punch the side of my hip, and I moved the sword in his fist’s path and hurled myself in the air above my sword. His fist connected and I feel on him crushing him to the floor smashing the ceramic plate. I got to my feet and helped Ten up.
“I did not see that coming,” he told me
“Neither did I,”
“I’d say you have become unpredictable, which brings me to my original question what can I do for you?”
“You are most wise to discover this from one fight, but you have won the metal fight and I’m here for something else,”
“Thank you Mytho,” he nodded his head at me. I took a breath of air and told him.
“Do you know of a Warrior that Changes in the Rain?” I ask as if I was a detective. His face changed from curious to a bit of alarmed but concerned.
“How do you know about such a warrior?”
“I crossed swords with him in Nevada in a town city of Glas, what can you tell me about him”
“Nothing really your friend Almet is Watching for this Warrior,”
“I know I tracked him down and asked him,” his wise face appeared to me again but a little cheerful.
“Mytho walk with me to the library I suppose you want to research him and ask questions,” we started to walk out of the arena using the channel ways to the prep rooms.
“Go ahead and ask away,” he told me.
“Is he part of some kind of prophecy?”
“At the moment the council thinks he might be so we assign the Watchers Council to Research, so far only things we found was that he would have come around this decade and what he could do,”
“So he’s just a choose freak kind of thing?”
“No he’s more of a higher being with a purpose he on earth,”
“How do you think he achieved this gift?”
“Probably after he was christened to be a warrior,” he turned the corner into a hallway with windows that looked out at the mountain side at the end was two large cheery wooden doors.
“Could he get rid of it?”
“At this moment if could but he would have to die,” we stopped in front of the doors.
“You can research anything you want, and I do expect you to find something,”
“Oh I won’t give up,”
“Good to hear I also accept you to be in the Practice hall for Swordsman training,” with that he walked away. Grand Master Ten is a weird man, he look like he’s in his 20s but his actually 30 something. One of the youngest Grand Masters of course the New Age Warriors have only been around for about two decades. I realize that I had just lied to everyone I met in this place. My stomach turns and guilty plagues my mind. I push the library doors open and the thought that I should have been an actor makes me chuckle and clear my mind . . .

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