Memory

[ThePaganKing]

Miyamoto moved fluidly from one form to another, always keeping his sword straight and true. He had been working out the kinks in his shoulders and chest, kinks he had gotten from the hot work at the Gnoll fort.

Slash, parry, riposte. Slash, duck, kick, spin, slash, parry, roll. Miyamoto had been working through his forms for over an hour now and the sweat just now started to appear on his brow.

Slash, parry........a fleeting memory pops into Miyamoto's mind, a face, a smile, almond shaped eyes framed in a beautiful heart shaped face. His mother, girlfriend, wife, he did not know.

Slash, parry, riposte, duck...........another fleeting memory, that of a tall, lean man in a priceless kamono, wearing the traditional two swords in his sash, but swords of such exquisite make; who was this man? He knew him, but then the memory fades.

Slash, parry, riposte, duck, roll........suddenly, Miyamoto rises to his feet in one quick, fluid motion and slashes through a practice dummy with ease. Anger flashes quickly in his eyes, and is gone. With practiced care, Miyamoto bows, then sheathes his katana in his sash and backs out of the Red Blades training area.

"I must control myself better. If I let this happen to me in battle, all could be lost."

Miyamoto moves to the baths, thinking on the memories, wondering if he will ever regain his memory and really know who and what he is.

[ThePaganKing]

Miyamoto went to the monastary in Sestra to talk to the monks and masters. He needed guidance and did not know who else he could talk to.

Miyamoto bows low and then eases into a sitting position, fixing his weapons around his body, for quick access, as he sits.

"I am in search of someone that has the same ideals and code of honor as I do. I search for someone that I can give my allegiance to."

"Son, the man you seek, what ideals do you mean?"

"It is simple;

Gi - honesty and justice
Yu - heroic courage
Jin - compassion
Rei - polite courtesy
Meyo - honor
Makoto - complete sincerity
Chugo - duty and loyalty

These are my tenants, these are my faith, I will only follow someone that can adhere to this code."

"Son, there are only a few men in Sundren that adhere to a similar code, yet only one comes to mind that adheres to a similar code and also has lived a similar military life of training and devotion to the blade and arms in general. That person would be Eriar Vitori, the leader of the Red Blades."

Miyamoto looks into the eyes of the master, then bows his head to the floor and rises in one fluid motion, adjusting his weapons as he does. "I will seek an audience with this man, Vitori."

With that, Miyamoto turns and strides for the main door, embracing his inner chi and the calm it always brings in times of stress or disorder.