Recent content by Ederick Stone

Up until this point, Ed had never really thought about the kind of consequences the path he was walking would reap. He knew it was easy to slip onto the warpath, the way of least resistance, where he could fight who he wanted, go where he wanted, and do what he wanted. But this was not what Chei...

I sure will. "I'll be ready Master Chei." They ended up finishing their meal, taking their time as they did every evening, Ed's mind still racing with the new found opportunity to prove himself. He hardly slept that night, playing through multitudes of scenarios in his head, thinking of all...

Yes! Finally! He felt a rush of excitement hit him with Master Chei's words. He'd at last be able to get a taste for real combat, and hopefully teach some thugs that he wasn't the feeble kid they beat up almost a year before. "Well-" Huh... He hadn't really given it any thought. How many...

"It's not that I want someone to try and kill me it's just-" He slowed his words. He didn't mean to offend Master Chei's training. He had to have respect. He had no right to talk out of turn. "You fought off those thugs for me. I want to stop some thugs of my own." Ed wasn't sure why, but he...

Today you learn how to defend yourself. Those words were proof to Ed's ears that, finally, the true training would begin. There were weeks and months of bruises, grazes, cuts, cramps and worse. He thought five minutes of Mabu stance strained his legs once, which - in hindsight - proved just...

Assume this, and hold it until you cannot continue. As the days, weeks, and even months passed by, these were the words that burrowed themselves within the deepest reaches of Ed's mind. When he entered that courtyard, he expected to be taught techniques, moves, attacks, hell- anything...

ドアを開ける 床に着く みんな恐竜を歩く - Famous Japanese Haiku

He'd spent all night thinking about what he was doing there. Strangely enough, he was quite used to the room he had been allocated, his bed at home being very similar, although the oddly low table was still an oddity. He'd dreamt of the journey there, the thousands upon thousands of steps he'd...

Patience... Chei didn't need to tell him for Ed to realise that to get anything substantial out of this training, he'd certainly need a lot of patience; to understand the lessons he was trying to teach, to 'find meaning' in every thing he did. He'd need to find that patience somewhere. He...

"Oh, these." He didn't immediately recognise the wooden sticks he'd been using as 'chopsticks'. That was a good question. What was it teaching him? They were definitely difficult to use, he'd never used them before. They were awkward and clunky, but got easier to use as time passed by. He was...

It was intense. The look Chei gave him was stern and serious, each word he uttered carried heavy weight along with them, each syllable articulated to make Ed understand the scale of this undertaking. It would be hard. It would be long. But, he'd come out the other end the man he hoped himself...

"Oh.. uh, Ed I guess." He said after swallowing a mouthful of rice and fish. "We-" He hesitated. That was a good question. He wasn't even entirely sure why he'd come to become a pupil. "Well, my father died passed not long ago. When I looked through his things..." Once again, he hesitated...