Hiroshi's relationship with the monkey spirit remained unchanged for months. His life had been marked by the relentless jeering of the peasants. He was regarded by them as Hoshizora's laughingstock, the young warrior with the most useless spirit animal ever seen.
Hiroshi's regular habit of honing his swordsmanship and trying to imitate the agility of the monkey had not produced any notable effects. His constant companion was now frustration. He questioned whether he would ever be able to establish his samurai status.
On a dismal afternoon, Hiroshi made his way back to the grove, where his aspirations to becoming a fearsome warrior had slowly faded. As usual, the monkey swung fluidly between the trees, oblivious to Hiroshi's inner strugle.
Hiroshi sighed and pulled his katana, starting a series of meticulous, sluggish katas. Although his motions were accurate, he didn't have the creativity or adaptability that he had expected from his spirit animal. Children from the nearby village gathered at the edge of the grove as he was practicing, ready to make fun of him once more.
But then something strange occurred. Hiroshi experienced an unexpected burst of energy as he continued his katas. It flowed through him like a stream, giving his attacks an increased sense of swiftness and dexterity. His actions became less predictable, and the katana in his hands appeared to be dancing.
As they observed Hiroshi's unexpected improvement, the kids' jeers changed into stunned gasps. He experienced a genuine bond with his spirit animal—one that went beyond mimicry—for the first time in months.
When the monkey noticed Hiroshi's transformation, it came down from the branches and cautiously walked up to him. It regarded Hiroshi with an intensity he had never before witnessed. It seems as though the spirit animal knew that something needed to change.
Hiroshi continued to train with renewed vigor as his relationship with the monkey grew stronger with each passing second. He moved with an almost magical fluidity and quickness. Children's taunting were replaced with admiration as they watched in wonder.
The news of Hiroshi's transformation quickly traveled throughout the hamlet. The same peasants who had earlier made fun of him now admired his astonishing development. With a knowing grin on his face, the village elder, who had been dubious about Hiroshi's bond, watched from a distance.
The academy that awaited him took note of this newfound talent, nevertheless. The next day, Hiroshi left out for the samurai academy, where he would encounter new critics and much more difficult obstacles.