Click HERE to read part three!
Part 4: Famous Last Words.
Sensei once basked in the company of kings and monarchs. Word around is he used to be so good at telling jokes, he made a living out of it. That was a long, long, really long time ago. Then something changed him completely. As he described it, something just snapped one day and like a zombie he wandered in a hazy quest of self discovery until he found himself amongst the Forgers.
Nowadays, the only joke he can tell involves a rap across my chest or back with his infernal bamboo hell-stick. But he tells it so well it cracks my ribs every single time.
‘You aren’t taking any of this seriously enough!’ He barks.
‘What’s our motto?’
Under my physical and mental strain I struggle to remember, ‘With great power, comes…’
Pain! Sharp pain sends me crashing to the wet ground.
‘If you quote Spiderman one more time…’
‘You are the real joke here.’ He scolds.
‘This is where the road ends for me kid.’ He says one day, lying on his bed, amid fits of coughing.
‘This is what you need to understand. This is it. This is your life and this is how you die. You will never know love, your abilities won’t let you experience that. You will live forever and then die surrounded by inept irksome students who hardly know you. If that future scares you, you need to choose something else right now.’
‘But sensei, my training…’
‘Your training ended years ago…but you are not ready. I fear you will never be. What’s our motto?’
Sensei is a shrewd man. He wouldn’t pass on a chance to knock some sense into his students even if that included using the dour atmosphere surrounding his deathbed to finally get through to me.
Suddenly, just as it looks like his lights are finally blinking out, he musters some strength from seemingly nowhere, eyes wide like a haunted child and drags me to him by the shoulder.
‘There’s something you need to know…abou…about the Forgers.’ He whispers.
That’s all he manages to whisper.
PS: I wish to apologize to everyone who was the following the series for taking too long to post this. As soon as I posted the previous part, I fell sick as a rat who’d spent a night in a cage in a dark room with cat sounds blasting in through speakers and cat odor being pumped into the room through vents. Between that and having to travel twice in a week, I found I’d lost the thread of this story and so it took me a while to recover that.
To make for lost time therefore, I promise to do my best to post more regularly from now one. Thank you all for reading!