Chương 25: Part 1: Reborn
He groaned, muttering to himself, "Not the most comfortable sleep." His back and head throbbed with stiffness, evidence of his unexpected outdoor slumber. Grimacing, he sat upright, the remnants of the night's stiffness pulling at his muscles. But as he listened to the murmuring waterfall nearby and the soothing melody of birdsong, he couldn't help but chuckle quietly, a hint of embarrassment mingling with amusement.
Beneath his hand, his full, untamed beard quivered. A forest in miniature, it masked the stern lines of his weathered features. His dark hair, unruly and unkempt, hung low. It cascaded around his face, an untamed veil adding to the aura of his enigmatic presence. The raw wilderness of his appearance, coupled with the predatory sharpness in his gaze, gave him an uncanny resemblance to a wolf - fierce, free, and unabashedly wild.
"Better than waking up in a sake house, I suppose," he thought.
Slowly, Kazuki rose to his feet, shaking off the last tendrils of drowsiness. He stretched his muscles, feeling the tightness gradually dissipate. The shadows around him seemed to quiver in response, eager to serve their master. As his hand gripped the hilt of his black samurai sword, his heart pounded with fresh vitality. "I will be reborn," he told himself, a grin spreading across his face as he turned to meet the sun's gaze.
As he stood on top of the boulder near the waterfall, memories of Master Shôkin's lessons darted through his mind.
"Pay heed to my words, Kazuki," Shôkin words were loud in clear in Kazuki thoughts. "A samurai who has mastered his own self is much more commendable than one who has triumphed over a thousand adversaries. The essence of my message is this - search the depths of your own being, exercise restraint and concentrate on matters that won't lead to the decay of your spirit."
"Master his own self...uh," Kazuki repeated, savoring the word as if it held the secret to his salvation.
The old man had been more than just a mentor; he'd become a father figure to the ronin who'd once known nothing but betrayal and loss. Kazuki owed him everything, and he vowed not to let his master's teachings go to waste.
Kazuki's feet pounded against the forest floor as he raced towards the cabin, his excitement propelling him forward like a wild stallion.
"Master Shôkin!" he called out, his voice echoing through the woods. "I owe you many thanks for your advi..."
As Kazuki stepped into the doorway of the cabin, his words died on his lips. The room was silent and empty, devoid of the familiar presence that had come to mean so much to him. A cold pit yawned open in his stomach, and he felt the beginnings of panic tighten around his throat.
"Master?" he whispered, his voice barely audible even to himself. He took a tentative step inside, his gaze darting around the room as if hoping to find some hidden corner where his mentor might be hiding.
His gaze landed on an envelope, resting adjacent to the well-known, distinctively shaped samurai swords of Shôkin Kagiri, including the lightning-imbued Tento blade, a traditional straw hat, and a pouch brimming with gold coins. A cold thrill coursed down his spine at the sight of these items, yet he was unable to tear his eyes away. With a tight swallow, he mustered the courage to extend a quivering hand towards the envelope.
What could it all mean? Kazuki wondered, his thoughts racing faster than his pulse. Where was Master Shôkin, and why had he left without saying goodbye? The questions whirled through his mind like leaves caught in a whirlwind, refusing to settle or give him peace.
As he unfolded the letter, he braced himself for the worst. But as his eyes scanned the words written on the page, confusion gave way to curiosity. There were secrets here, revelations that would change everything he thought he knew about his master and himself.
"Control," he reminded himself, echoing the teachings of his master. "Focus... and learn."
His fingers tightened around the letter, a knot of dread coiling in the pit of his stomach. His world was changing, and he could do nothing but watch.
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