第4章 无鞘之剑（1/1）

a sheath

by joe lant is a sword without the man behind it? teaching a n to kill is simple. the true challenge lieching him not to kill.

when i watched my young brother begin training， he breathed life into the blade at firrd whills paring him to the sternd hised， so did hind boastful. he ignored our mand knew nothing of patience.

fearing my brother had r from the way， i went not to warn him， but to make an appeal to hive him a maple seed， our school's highest lesson in humility... one yave forgotten. a seed， but given time one may e to know the beauty it holds within.

yasuo took my gift， and the following day he pledged himself to the elder d high hopern the patience and virtue required of a true n.

it was not to be.

today， it r to me that yasuo murdered the very pers sworn to protect. he hation， hind himself. were it not for my actions， i wonder if he would ever have been swept down thith.

but my task is not to quer the burden of my duty.

at first light tomorrow， i will pture a sheath: my brother yasuo.