I can't believe I picked up that stupid sword again.
Okay so to keep up with recent events I had jury duty kinda. I got dropped from it on day one but not before filling out a big long form that made me really evaluate my role in society. I think it was the caffine and all the crazy stuff that had been happening to me as of late. I feel like a teenager again. (That's not a good thing by the way). So to clear my head I rented some anime (who does that now that we have the internet?). I got all pumped up watching samurai champloo again and so I took out this black carbon fiber bokken my friend had gotten me for my 23rd bday almost 5 years ago. Now I have a bad history with bokken. When I lived in Himeji I was renting this crappy appartment on the edge of the red light district. I ended up putting several dents and large dings in the walls, ceiling and light fixture doing battle with this one huge cockroach and trying to figure out how the characters in the piece of samurai fiction I was writing were going about their awesome duels. (That was a different bokken than the one I shouldn't have picked up again but I'll get to that.) I got away with that thankfully because my landlord wasn't very observant and he was already ripping me off for the place. Later on after returning from Himeji about the time I got that black bokken I was at the fencing academy I run, after everyone had gone home and I had finished cleaning up. I took out my shiny new carbon fiber bokken and swung it around a bit. I have no formal training I just make cuts like I see them in chambara cinema, manga, anime or read about in books about kendo. I put a huge dent in this old pine pillar that supports the whole frigging building just by misjudging my reach. (
sweatdrop ). Now it's important to note that I am not a big guy. I just manage to find or be given bokken posessed by evil spirits or something. So anyways, tonight I'm watching Samurai Champloo and I'm all pumped up and a little weepy at the same time just because I love the ending so much. I start thinking about the hippy who threatened my father with a gun last week and it just made me so angry. So as I'm walking back to my room with my bokken in hand I launch a thrust at nothing in particular. Well it hit my doorframe and crushed the wood out of the way. I can see a near perfect indent in the door frame in the shape of the tip. The bokken is of course unphased because it's pure evil and doesn't care about my doorframe. The only indication of my immaturity and momentary lapse of self control is a tiny set of fibers from the wood that aren't perfectly smooth inline with the thrust. They just barely flair in a different direction. I swear though every time I pick one of these things up though it ends up doing damage. I'll have to consider this carefully.
Swords are the most captivating of weapons. Make no mistake though, they are still weapons none the less, and a weapon is a tool of ill omen.