22 November 2012
Metal wielded by flesh, a young warrior untrained, division still exists, emotions uncontrolled reign.
The master grabs his hand, walks him through the strike, this division of mind and body, will not win a fight.
Youth rely on strength, vigor seems their way, a Sensei's strict rebuke, humiliation they can't refute.
A perplexing riddle, no matter how hard they train, a deeper understanding is what youth wishes to gain.
He will learn what I know, the secret is not the steel, the flow of the fighting arts, is what ever the hand may wield.
The Riddle Of Steel • Opuss № I