บท 241: I Just Want Peace 

"Keane, someday, you will find your reason for living," an old man wearing a robe that had seen better days said. It was old and ragged, and yet, it couldn't hide the majesty of the person wearing it. "Right now, you just live, for the sake of living. Life shouldn't be lived like that."

"Master, isn't being alive enough?' the skinny teenager replied. "I eat when I'm hungry. I drink when I'm thirsty, and sleep when I'm sleepy. I am content with what I have right now, I don't want anything else."

"Keane, contentment leads to stagnation," the old man commented as he stroked his beard while eyeing the young man in front of him. "Just like a sword that is forever inside a sheath, it is unable to show its true potential. It is merely a decoration, having lost its true value."

"But, Master, isn't being a decoration enough?" Keane inquired. "Wouldn't peace be better than war?"