Wax Poetic

The Warrior


“It always happens that way. If one seeks to train under him, first he asks them to fight me, he does not give them a motive, or an outcome, should they win or loose. And I fight to loose, you saw, I swagger, I ignore openings, I allow myself to be beaten down. There have been many outcomes to this test. Some men berate me, call me a fool and insult the old man as they win. Those I am given permission to do with what I will, when they have gone too far, or show no promise. Some question the man’s stability and choose another path believing me a weak pupil, and thus the master weak as well, these men walk away. Others walk away for they would not fight a female or an assistant; they are the saddest of all. But some, like you, realize that it is cruelty to hammer a beaten opponent, you question the master, and thus, the test is won. And you saw, I am none too worse for the wear, for I can act and fool a man to believe me beaten. But there are a rare few too, who ask to start ‘why?’ they question why they should blindly fight an opponent with no motive those men have become some of his greatest pupils.”