We were training Shinkendo in 90 degree heat, the shalacked wood floor possessed a strong frictional resistance to rotating movement upon its surface. We blazed through uchi komi ichi, tsuki komi ichi, combined them and created uchi stuki kihon at first as ice, which around the time we had completed uchi komi ni and tsuki komi joge we were one and like water; swinging every cut as a deathly blow to the skull of the parter, there was a trust: a trust that runs deeper than most forms of logical, or emotional trust; a trust between warriors, a respect for the honest attempt to slay and the promise of effective defense, even if it did not go according to plan. and at the same time, i destroyed a large part of my right pinky toe via blister from fucking hell
