Kaa-Seken was the first to awake the next morning. He stirred and opened his eyes to be greeted with the warm light of the morning sun. He groaned slightly and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, before scanning the room. Enjo and Skie were still asleep, or at least seemed to be. He looked out of the window, and the clear skies seemed to indicate the coming of a rather beautiful day. Maybe they would be lucky, he thought to himself. Maybe the orcs wouldn't attack today. As he leaned back into the pillows, the young raptorian mage had of course no idea, that the orcish army had already been long gone.
Skie had fallen asleep fast, but slept poorly. He was terribly sore, and avoided moving. "Morning," he said hoarsly. As he spoke, he realized he was nearly panicked with thirst. The want was bad eough that he stiffly sat up and searched his bedside table for a glass of something. he licked his lips with a dry tongue, but found nothing.
"The essence of swordsmanship" lies in its perfection. It does not mean to cut the enemy, but rather to cut the enemy within oneself. Iaido and Kendo are sister arts. They are practices in the same spirit and, like the two wheels of a cart, they form together the art of Japanese swordsmanship.