CrystalGlacia
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“Takeshi! Takeshi! Wait!” A young man appeared to be fleeing from something. His sensei began to give chase, and then he stopped at the sound of his sensei’s voice.
“What do you want?! I already said I was going to drop out!” His sensei looked amused.
“Really? Why’s that?”
“’Cause you’re being too slow! I mean, you’re still trying to get us to clear our minds after two freaking months!”
I knew this was going to happen with him, he thought. “If you’re going to be like that…come with me.”
“What?”
“Did you not hear? If you want to get stronger, you have to come with me.” Takeshi crossed his arms defiantly. But the sensei remained impassive at ever.
“Fine, whatever, Kiyoi-sensei. If I find out this is a trick from a shrewd person like you, I’m really dropping out.”
“Oh, I can assure you that it’s not a trick.”
“Hmm…”
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The two began to walk down a path bathed in the afternoon sun. Kiyoi appeared to be enjoying the nice weather, but Takeshi could have cared less.
Sunlight gleamed off of the student’s silvery-blond hair as he followed his sensei. His emerald-green eyes were still blazing with anger from his dispute.
Kiyoi was a slightly older man than his student. His shoulder-length hair was black as night and seemed to have a slight spike, while his sapphire-like eyes reflected this mysterious character.
“So, where are we going?”
“Be patient and we‘ll get to that.” Takeshi’s gaze switched to the road ahead, and he saw their destination.
“Huh? Hitori’s villa? What are we doing here? Did you take me for tea or something?! Why, you-“
“Takeshi. What have I told you about jumping to conclusions?”
“Sorry…”
A young woman sat on a marble bench under a sakura tree reading a book. Her light blue gown accented her white hair and light blue eyes.
“Oh! There you are. I have it all set up for you, Kiyoi.” She stood to escort the pair into her elegant home.
The foyer was decorated with white tile and Greek-style columns with a couple of potted plants and a painting adorning the wall. This was Takeshi’s first time here, so he couldn’t help feeling amazed.
“I like what you did with the place…”
“Oh. Thank you, Takeshi.”
It was obvious that Hitori’s home was decorated with Greece in mind, giving it an exotic, yet inviting feel. They were taken into her small library.
“Please, make yourselves comfortable.” She directed them to a small table with a jeweled chess game set up.
“Chess?” Kiyoi turned to Takeshi.
“Can you play?”
“Sure…” The two took their seats as Hitori went to one of the bookshelves to put her book away.
“You guys have fun,” she said as she walked out of the room, leaving them alone. Takeshi stared hesitantly at the chessboard.
“So, what are we doing exactly?”
“It’s a pop quiz. If you pass, I will continue to be your sensei. If you fail, you can never come back to learn from me. One thing you can do now is make your move, because white always goes first.
“Right.”
He moved one of his pawns two spaces forward, then Kiyoi pushed his pawn on his far right forward one space.
“Let me tell you something.”
“What?” He asked indifferently.
“Life is a lot like a chess tournament.” Several moves had passed between the two, and seeing as it was his turn, moved his rook halfway up the board. Takeshi made his move. “Each game in the tournament symbolizes a certain event in our lives where we must take part. Every piece we move marks an action we take that affects the entire game.”
Takeshi remained unresponsive most of the time, resting his head in his hand as he played. Meanwhile, Kiyoi continued his little speech.
“Just like in a chess game, we must be wary of the moves we make. You might not see a surprise attack coming…” He used his bishop to knock his opponent’s rook off of the board. “…like that capture I just made.”
“Yeah, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made in order to win.” He used his queen to capture the enemy bishop. The two continued to play during their conversation.
“Every so often, we lose a game. In life, you cannot always win everything. Some opponents will be easier than others, and some will be more difficult. The moves you make early on in the tournament affect the later games.”
“You’re beginning to sound interesting.”
“Some people make such risky moves early on that they face their final opponent prematurely. Do you know who that opponent is?”
“I’d rather not find out.”
“That final opponent is fate. Very few people actually manage to outsmart him, while a selected few will have his appearance delayed. When you do get to face him, no average person will be able to win. When they lose to him, that is the end of the tournament. The tournament that no one can win.” The game began to draw to a close when the white king was cornered by enemy pieces. “It looks like I’ve won here.”
“Yeah…here’s something else to add to that tale you just gave me.” Kiyoi’s eyes slid toward his student.
“Oh?”
“It’s possible to make great comebacks!” He moved his bishop to corner the enemy king, which sealed the game. “Checkmate.” Kiyoi chuckled.
“That was fun. And it was a pleasure playing with you. But now it’s time for the real test.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“What did you learn from this game?”
“Uhh…be careful what you do in life?”
“That’s it! You’ve passed.”
Takeshi walked away from the table and out of Hitori’s villa with a new view of life.
Sometimes even the simplest of games can teach you something.
“What do you want?! I already said I was going to drop out!” His sensei looked amused.
“Really? Why’s that?”
“’Cause you’re being too slow! I mean, you’re still trying to get us to clear our minds after two freaking months!”
I knew this was going to happen with him, he thought. “If you’re going to be like that…come with me.”
“What?”
“Did you not hear? If you want to get stronger, you have to come with me.” Takeshi crossed his arms defiantly. But the sensei remained impassive at ever.
“Fine, whatever, Kiyoi-sensei. If I find out this is a trick from a shrewd person like you, I’m really dropping out.”
“Oh, I can assure you that it’s not a trick.”
“Hmm…”
--------------------
The two began to walk down a path bathed in the afternoon sun. Kiyoi appeared to be enjoying the nice weather, but Takeshi could have cared less.
Sunlight gleamed off of the student’s silvery-blond hair as he followed his sensei. His emerald-green eyes were still blazing with anger from his dispute.
Kiyoi was a slightly older man than his student. His shoulder-length hair was black as night and seemed to have a slight spike, while his sapphire-like eyes reflected this mysterious character.
“So, where are we going?”
“Be patient and we‘ll get to that.” Takeshi’s gaze switched to the road ahead, and he saw their destination.
“Huh? Hitori’s villa? What are we doing here? Did you take me for tea or something?! Why, you-“
“Takeshi. What have I told you about jumping to conclusions?”
“Sorry…”
A young woman sat on a marble bench under a sakura tree reading a book. Her light blue gown accented her white hair and light blue eyes.
“Oh! There you are. I have it all set up for you, Kiyoi.” She stood to escort the pair into her elegant home.
The foyer was decorated with white tile and Greek-style columns with a couple of potted plants and a painting adorning the wall. This was Takeshi’s first time here, so he couldn’t help feeling amazed.
“I like what you did with the place…”
“Oh. Thank you, Takeshi.”
It was obvious that Hitori’s home was decorated with Greece in mind, giving it an exotic, yet inviting feel. They were taken into her small library.
“Please, make yourselves comfortable.” She directed them to a small table with a jeweled chess game set up.
“Chess?” Kiyoi turned to Takeshi.
“Can you play?”
“Sure…” The two took their seats as Hitori went to one of the bookshelves to put her book away.
“You guys have fun,” she said as she walked out of the room, leaving them alone. Takeshi stared hesitantly at the chessboard.
“So, what are we doing exactly?”
“It’s a pop quiz. If you pass, I will continue to be your sensei. If you fail, you can never come back to learn from me. One thing you can do now is make your move, because white always goes first.
“Right.”
He moved one of his pawns two spaces forward, then Kiyoi pushed his pawn on his far right forward one space.
“Let me tell you something.”
“What?” He asked indifferently.
“Life is a lot like a chess tournament.” Several moves had passed between the two, and seeing as it was his turn, moved his rook halfway up the board. Takeshi made his move. “Each game in the tournament symbolizes a certain event in our lives where we must take part. Every piece we move marks an action we take that affects the entire game.”
Takeshi remained unresponsive most of the time, resting his head in his hand as he played. Meanwhile, Kiyoi continued his little speech.
“Just like in a chess game, we must be wary of the moves we make. You might not see a surprise attack coming…” He used his bishop to knock his opponent’s rook off of the board. “…like that capture I just made.”
“Yeah, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made in order to win.” He used his queen to capture the enemy bishop. The two continued to play during their conversation.
“Every so often, we lose a game. In life, you cannot always win everything. Some opponents will be easier than others, and some will be more difficult. The moves you make early on in the tournament affect the later games.”
“You’re beginning to sound interesting.”
“Some people make such risky moves early on that they face their final opponent prematurely. Do you know who that opponent is?”
“I’d rather not find out.”
“That final opponent is fate. Very few people actually manage to outsmart him, while a selected few will have his appearance delayed. When you do get to face him, no average person will be able to win. When they lose to him, that is the end of the tournament. The tournament that no one can win.” The game began to draw to a close when the white king was cornered by enemy pieces. “It looks like I’ve won here.”
“Yeah…here’s something else to add to that tale you just gave me.” Kiyoi’s eyes slid toward his student.
“Oh?”
“It’s possible to make great comebacks!” He moved his bishop to corner the enemy king, which sealed the game. “Checkmate.” Kiyoi chuckled.
“That was fun. And it was a pleasure playing with you. But now it’s time for the real test.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“What did you learn from this game?”
“Uhh…be careful what you do in life?”
“That’s it! You’ve passed.”
Takeshi walked away from the table and out of Hitori’s villa with a new view of life.
Sometimes even the simplest of games can teach you something.
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