09-25-2014, 12:51 AM
Knock.
In stark contrast to the violence of the battle, the Japanese fountain continued to gurgle peacefully. Its sōzu kept a slow but steady rhythm, the bamboo shaft rising and falling as consistently as the water that fell from the rock.
Knock.
Retane panted heavily, his chest bare and shoulders heaving with each breath. Gouki clenched and relaxed his fists, his stern face set in stone as he stared into Retane’s eyes. He approached to deliver the final blow and a thought crossed his mind.
In this day and age, martial arts have lost their meaning. Students and teachers alike hold themselves back instead of unleashing their full potential. They do this in the name of safety, mindful of accidents and injuries. They set themselves limits while boasting their ‘discipline’ and ‘self-control’. In truth, they fear their own strength… Pathetic!
True self-control is the ability to push oneself beyond one’s limits at will. True discipline is to be utterly dedicated to this goal and never waver from its path. A true warrior strives to achieve greatness, no matter the cost. The way of the fist is not for those who fear death, never mind cuts and bruises!
Martial arts are not sports! They are not games! They are not to be practiced in vain! They were made to help men unleash their potential, but now they have been tamed, diluted and stripped of everything that made them what they are. Now practitioners mindlessly go through the steps of a kata without understanding its true purpose. They can’t imagine that their punches and kicks were designed to kill. They only think of the 'fitness’ and 'health benefits'.
Today’s martial arts breed fearful and ignorant weaklings.
“You, however,” muttered Gouki in a dead voice, “Are different. And for that, I’ll happily grant your wish.”
The red fighter swiftly raised a clenched fist and thrust it knuckle first into Retane’s sternum, driving it several inches deep into his green skin. The Namekian’s chest caved in under the tremendous force and his heart beat came to a sudden halt. Falling backwards in the eerie silence, Retane died before his body hit the ground.
Knock.
In stark contrast to the violence of the battle, the Japanese fountain continued to gurgle peacefully. Its sōzu kept a slow but steady rhythm, the bamboo shaft rising and falling as consistently as the water that fell from the rock.
Knock.
Retane panted heavily, his chest bare and shoulders heaving with each breath. Gouki clenched and relaxed his fists, his stern face set in stone as he stared into Retane’s eyes. He approached to deliver the final blow and a thought crossed his mind.
In this day and age, martial arts have lost their meaning. Students and teachers alike hold themselves back instead of unleashing their full potential. They do this in the name of safety, mindful of accidents and injuries. They set themselves limits while boasting their ‘discipline’ and ‘self-control’. In truth, they fear their own strength… Pathetic!
True self-control is the ability to push oneself beyond one’s limits at will. True discipline is to be utterly dedicated to this goal and never waver from its path. A true warrior strives to achieve greatness, no matter the cost. The way of the fist is not for those who fear death, never mind cuts and bruises!
Martial arts are not sports! They are not games! They are not to be practiced in vain! They were made to help men unleash their potential, but now they have been tamed, diluted and stripped of everything that made them what they are. Now practitioners mindlessly go through the steps of a kata without understanding its true purpose. They can’t imagine that their punches and kicks were designed to kill. They only think of the 'fitness’ and 'health benefits'.
Today’s martial arts breed fearful and ignorant weaklings.
“You, however,” muttered Gouki in a dead voice, “Are different. And for that, I’ll happily grant your wish.”
The red fighter swiftly raised a clenched fist and thrust it knuckle first into Retane’s sternum, driving it several inches deep into his green skin. The Namekian’s chest caved in under the tremendous force and his heart beat came to a sudden halt. Falling backwards in the eerie silence, Retane died before his body hit the ground.
Knock.
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