If you say one word in anger against a woman,
all womans tongues shall whip you.
If you touch one woman without her consent,
all womans hands shall be turned against you.
And if you dare only to dream of misusing a single woman,
my blade and my name shall be the horror seeking you in your sleep,
the nightmare that will end only in ZERO.
She woke , again.
Still the same screams, still the same never ending cries of her little sister dying in the blood stained dirty matress next to her beneath the thug of a Hogosha merchant, while the monster of a slaver captain...
She shuddered , wide awake and trying to focus on the pain in her hand, where the carbon fibres embedded in her nail finish cut deeply into her palm. She enjoyed the ease with wich they cut her flesh, enjoyed how very part of her body functioned as a weapon, trained and carefully modeled for one puropse : death.
She left the simple tatami spread out in the small corner of the cargo bay she had remodeled as extra living space in the ships hull, and went to the weapons rack next to the wash basin. First training, then refreshment. Easily she sped through the moves, dodging imaginary enemies all to real in her dreams, killing , striking a maiming blow, spinning to evade and killing again in quick, precise and economic movements. She knew from experience that the pain in her muscles could dampen the pain in her soul if she trained hard enough.
She rememberd the words of her first trainer, himself an expert with the two knifes, and stopped before her wariness could ruin her movements. Carefully resetting the old Katana to it´s place she kneeled, and went on with the relaxation and meditation lessons she had later on learned from the old Sensei she had found during her search for perfection. Clearing all from her mind till ~
~ ZERO ~
thoughtlessness ,
calm and cold
PURPOSE
~ later she rose, started the long and complicate kata of dancing death, not caring about pain or weariness, moving in serene and deadly perfection.
And even later she did not care about the face she could see in the reflection of the water bowel, did not care about the slim, eurasian face and the dull, cold eyes. Senses are only tools, like weapons or the power core of her Ship.
Only focused on the target, and on ~
RevengE
If you say one word in anger against a woman,
all womans tongues shall whip you.
If you touch one woman without her consent,
all womans hands shall be turned against you.
And if you dare only to dream of misusing a single woman,
my blade and my name shall be the horror seeking you in your sleep,
the nightmare that will end only in ZERO.