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KATA:
willing_3: takes His sword and runs the tip in the desert sand
amina_kishi_kg: ~watches
willing_3: drawing a large circle in the sand
willing_3: walks to the center of it
willing_3: sits in the middle
cross legged...with the sword across His legs
willing_3: runs fingers lightly across the runes
willing_3: looking out and surveying the desert before Him
willing_3: seeing that which was payed for in the blood of His people
amina_kishi_kg: brows knit together in confusion
willing_3: takes a deep breathe of the sweet hot desert air
willing_3: rolls his shoulders
willing_3: closes His eyes
willing_3: begins to hum a song taught to Him as He learned the ways
of the Sword
willing_3: continues breathing...slower
willing_3: as He begins to hear the sounds of the desert
willing_3: stands slowly
amina_kishi_kg: ~taking 5 steps towards my Ubar..... floating to the
sand..... arms wrapping arouund tiny knees.... placing chin on top
amina_kishi_kg: watching
willing_3: placing the blade in the sand
willing_3: walks the circle with eyes closed barefooted
willing_3: feeling the hot sand between them
willing_3: finding the footing in the sand
willing_3: walks to the edge
willing_3: leans down...stretching His body
willing_3: lossening the muscles
willing_3: opens His eyes
willing_3: a wolfish gleem in them
willing_3: He stretches one last time
willing_3: then breaks into a run at the center of the circle
willing_3: dives and rolls catching the pommel of the sword in His
hands
amina_kishi_kg: watching his kata
willing_3: rolling into a crouch blade raised in a block against an
imagined strike
willing_3: He begins His dance in the sand
willing_3: leaping
willing_3: striking...sword flashing in the bright desert sun
willing_3: as His body twists and turns
willing_3: moving the sword swiftly
willing_3: striking...parring
amina_kishi_kg: ~eyes watching his form~ impressed despite herself
willing_3: moving faster and faster
willing_3: becoming one with the sword and the desert wind
willing_3: till His body and the sword flash faster than the eye can
watch
willing_3: till the dance ends in one last extended thrust
amina_kishi_kg: ~raises tiny hands over eyes.. sheilding them from
the flash of the steel~
willing_3: body extended the sword straight out in a fatal heary stab
against his imagined opponent
willing_3: His chest heaving
amina_kishi_kg: ~stands.. turning to walk back to camp..wihout looking
back~ a soft smile pulling at full lips .... knowing her Ubar will
return stronger
willing_3: sweat glistening off His Muscles
willing_3: He sits once again in the sand
willing_3: sword across legs
willing_3: humming the soft tune
willing_3: as the afternoon light begins to wane
willing_3: as body calms
willing_3: He gets up
willing_3: walks the circle
willing_3: brushing the line away
willing_3: uses the tip of the sword to lift his shirt
willing_3: puts it on leaving it open
willing_3: sheathes His sword
willing_3: and begins the walk back to the city
willing_3: a small smile on His face
willing_3: smiles warmly at the little ones
jaliah_hasina_pa: smiles back to her Ubar waiting for him to return
to the city
willing_3: winks up at them as He walks through the arch...knowing
they were watching
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The circle is the training
ground for the Master in all things, not merely the place of the final
test of His fighting skills.
This is where
He starts His journey of discovery, and no matter where the journey
takes Him the circle is always there. It is where the Master first challenges
Himself, finding His limits,,,then stretching...expanding them. As He
dances His Kata, expanding His skills, stretching and straining His
body.... so He does with His mind becoming intune with Himself and His
Mastery.
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"Be strong and do as
you will. The swords of others will set you your limits."
(Marauders of Gor, p.10)
"All wisdom and truth
does not lie in the codes."
(Outlaw of Gor, p.14)
"There is a time and
place for speaking, as there is a time and place for steel."
(Slave Girl of Gor, p.269)
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"Truth
is not terrible; it is merely real."
(Blood Brothers of Gor, p.218)
"Goreans, I knew, seldom
drew steel unless they intended to make use of it."
(Rogue of Gor, p.74)
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of Hesa-Nykus
(UBAR WILLING FOUNDER)
07/28/03 all rights reserved
~made with love for her family
at Hesa-Nykus~
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