Sword Of Kaigen Quotes

Wholeness, she had learned, was not the absence of pain but the ability to hold it.

Listen, son… when I was your age, I had to face truths that seemed to break the world. That’s what happens when you come into contact with people who aren’t quite like you. You learn over time that the world isn’t broken. It’s just… got more pieces to it than you thought. They all fit together, just maybe not the way you pictured when you were young.

But if I learned one thing from Firebird, it’s that a person’s tragedy doesn’t define them or cancel all the good in their life.

I’ve never needed a sword to protect you—to raise you the way your father wanted. Caring for my family meant putting away the fighter, so I did.

What are you?” Takeru whispered. Something bigger than myself , she realized. “I’m Matsuda Misaki,” she said with pride and honesty she never attached to those words before. “I’m your wife.” And she attacked him.

A life of dangerous adventures might seem worth it now, when you are young and seemingly invincible, but one day, you will have children, and you will not want that life for them.

Stay,” she said softly and tugged him in until their bodies leaned together. “Stay and watch the sun set with me.

A decade later, a fifteen-year-old Hiroshi would become known as the youngest swordsman ever to master the Whispering Blade. What the world would never know, was that he was the second youngest.

But unencumbered by the tight kimono or the childish cowardice that had bound her for years, she had become a new creature, more fluid and boundless than a girl but more solid than a shadow—a woman of lightning sinew and roaring blood.

This... you are my story... and I was so selfish, so tied to that shadow that I missed it. And my son, I— I’m so sorry it took me this long to understand. I’m sorry—” the words caught in her throat, choking her, until pain shot through her chest, forcing her to let them out. “I never loved you the way I should have.

Misaki tied the obsidian sword at her hip and realized how much she had ached for its weight there. A baby just wasn’t the same.

The Whispering Blade met Misaki’s obsidian sheath and sheared through it. Her eyes went wide, and she smiled—Gods in the Deep, she smiled —a raw, open smile, and it was the most beautiful thing in all the Duna.

Was the headmaster serious about challenging people to single combat? You guys really still do that?” “How else would we settle our differences?” “I don’t know. Talking?

listening never made any man dumber, but it’s made a lot of people smarter.

You might have twenty years with him. You might only have two. If you waste that time, if you miss it, then when it ends, you’re going to feel like the biggest idiot who ever lived.

This child is our blood. She belongs to all of us, and it is our responsibility to find her safe.

A student like you, who can absorb what he is told but also think beyond it, is capable of anything.

I don’t know if you noticed, Headmaster, but the enemy is a tornado. What are you going to do?” “Kill it,” Takashi said.

Most strong things are rigid. If you are water, you can shift to fit any mold and freeze yourself strong. You can be strong in any shape. You can be anything.

Let’s be older when we meet again,” Misaki said. “What?” “Not just in years. Let’s be better, and wiser, and brighter next time.

A decade later, a fifteen-year-old Hiroshi would become known as the youngest swordsman ever to master the Whispering Blade. What the world would never know, was that he was the second youngest.

People always said the Ranganese were demons of a different breed from the Kaigenese, but their blood seemed to be the same color, now that they lay still, letting it run together. They had all come out of the same ocean, hadn’t they? At the beginning of the world?

The enemy is a tornado. What are you going to do?' 'Kill it.

I feel like I’m in one of those old samurai movies.

Flayed and boneless, he faced the creature he had awakened, this woman of god’s blood and fury.

She evaded and drove her hairpin into the side of his neck, burying the hair ornament all the way up to the flowery bauble at the end. He choked, blood spattering from his mouth, and clawed at his throat.

Power was born into a person and lived in the wordless depths of their soul.

It was a question of whether he would die quickly, with all his spirit intact, or slowly, after the evils of the world had ripped and beaten every shred of optimism out of him.

What sort of a man closed his eyes to the world and called it clarity?

You’re guilty of the same thing I am—trying to please and obey your elders.” Misaki shook her head. “Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe not. It doesn’t matter anymore. None of them are here to give us the answers anymore. We’re all out of parents, and grandparents and brothers... It’s just us…

Learn to read the situation, you moron.

It’s like I stepped through a portal back in time.

Be careful, big brother, she wanted to say then, be careful how hard you love what you know you can’t have, but that also was not her place.

Yes, my son. I’m proud of you.” “I’m not sure I’m worthy of your pride,” Mamoru said with a smile, “but I will be. Just wait.

You learn over time that the world isn’t broken. It’s just… got more pieces to it than you thought. They all fit together, just maybe not the way you pictured when you were young.

Wholeness, she had learned, was not the absence of pain but the ability to hold it

He recovered smoothly, his feet quickly finding their stance again in the gathering snow, but he looked stunned. The feat of strength, from such a diminutive theonite, should not have been possible. “What are you?” Takeru whispered. Something bigger than myself, she realized. “I’m Matsuda Misaki,” she said with pride and honesty she never attached to those words before. “I’m your wife.

Neither of us is that naïve anymore, but I can tell you to live the time you have with that boy instead of spending it on worry and regret. You might have twenty years with him. You might only have two. If you waste that time, if you miss it, then when it ends, you’re going to feel like the biggest idiot who ever lived.

She might not be worthy of belonging to this family, but she was going to protect it with every bit of venom, and bloodlust, and underhanded trickery in her.

I'm Matsuda Misaki," she said with pride and honesty she never attached to those words before. "I'm your wife." And she attacked him.

I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but please... if your poor, stupid mother can ask one last thing of you... let me hold you one more time. Just one more time, you're going to let Kaa-chan hold you and treasure you the way i should have the day you were born. Then I'm going to let you go on with all my blessings. Is that alright? Finawu said it was not good for a woman to touch the dead, but Takayubi's Finawu had all been lost in the tornado with their temple. There was no one to judge Misaki as she gathered her boy into her arms and settled down to hold him for the last time.

This was the joy they had all promised, in a single, simple hope: Mamoru might grow up to be different from his father.

Was she a jaseli? A koro? An adyn?” “No, no.” Robin smiled. “None of those things. He married a nice, successful numu by the name of Nyeru Dumbaya.” “Nyeru? But... isn’t that a man’s name?” “Well, that was the part his parents didn’t like.” Misaki gasped, both hands flying to her mouth. “No!” “Did you not know that Koli was gay?” Robin looked amused.

I know you might feel broken, but we’re jijakalu. We’re water, and water can shift to fit any mold. No matter how we’re broken and reshaped, we can always freeze ourselves strong again. It’s not going to happen all at once,” she added. “You have to wait for the turn of the season to see what shape the ice will take, but it will form up, clear and strong. It always does.

Respectfully, I just want to know how you feel about your government lying to you.

Her sons were Matsudas first and foremost. Their sole purpose was to grow to be powerful warriors, like their father before them, and his father before him. They belonged to the Matsuda house, as she did.

A mother was supposed to go to the temple after the death of a child. She was supposed to speak to the spirits of the Dead until she had said all she needed to say to the child, until all her unresolved feelings were spent, all conflicts resolved, all grudges laid to rest, until the finawu were satisfied that the deceased could move on in peace.

What fighting style?” Kwang raised his eyebrows. “Video games.

It had been a long time since someone had spoken of Misaki with that sort of simple confidence—taking for granted that she was right and good. She stared at Setsuko for a moment and realized that she had forgotten how to respond to this type of kindness. It was something she thought she had left behind nine years ago.

Why don’t you try taking responsibility for the things you can control instead of the things you can’t?

You’re only a boy, but you fought to the last like a man. You did well here. But I’m sure you know that…” A painful, nearly hysterical smile jerked at the corners of Misaki’s mouth. “No warrior could have fought through injuries like yours without being sure of himself.

In the falling snow, Takeru stared at the woman he had married and saw her for the first time. “I accept.

Gods in the Deep, she smiled—a raw, open smile, and it was the most beautiful thing in all the Duna.

this is the last time you will be weak in front of me. One of us is going to rest here with our son. Draw!

I’m Matsuda Misaki,” she said with pride and honesty she never attached to those words before. “I’m your wife.