The Sword of Kaigen

by M.L. Wang

What man with a beating heart could say that?

A pig

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

Now was the time to look down in deference and shame. Instead, she stood and looked up, directly into Takeru’s eyes.

MY QUEEN

“I’m sorry, Sensei,” his voice ragged and small. “I’m so sorry.” He reached out and touched his master’s hands—the hands that had taught him how to hold a sword. “Don’t go.”

Okay spiderman and iron man

After all, a lady wouldn’t have been able to slice a man’s legs out from under him and then plunge a blade into his mouth when he opened it to scream. A mother wouldn’t have been able to cut a young woman’s head from her shoulders. A human being wouldn’t have been able to turn from their dismembered corpses without a single pang of guilt. Thank the Gods she was a monster.

Oh my god. My new queen

The thumb and first two fingers of his sword hand were gone, sliced off at the second knuckles.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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