~ There are many like it ~

~ There are many like it ~
This is my weapon, my Katana, There are many like it, but this one is mine, “over and over Kana repeats to herself. A creed, a guiding principal all warriors have declared since the beginning of time. From dawn to dusk she sat in front the temple sharpening her Katana to a razors edge, then polishing it until it shone like a star in the heavens at night. As dusk turns to night and the lanterns and fire pots are lit throughout the temple grounds she continues, “My Katana is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my Katana is useless. Without my Katana I am useless. I must wield my Katana true. I must wield it straighter and faster then my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must strike him down before he strikes me down.
As darkness descends completely around her and the Old Sensei softly whispers in her ear, “enough child, get some rest as the day is done”. Kana avows to herself, “Before the God’s, I swear this creed. My Katana, and myself are the defenders of my land. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace.