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This is a samurai meditating before battle.

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I carefully watch as my fellow samurai grabs his wakizashi, the small blade he carries, to commit seppukku. He sits on the wooden floor and begins to meditate. Then, in his hand, he grips the wakizashi and proceeds to point at his left abdomen with the blade. As he drags it, I see him groan in pain. Crimson red blood starts to spill out. When I see him become pale and more lifeless, I grab the katana and swiftly cut his head off. I was as his limp body falls.

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As I put on my armor the strong scent of metal rushed upon my nose. The rich, earthy aroma of leather and plastic smell of silk conjoined to make a odd odor. Upon putting on my armor, the helmet is decorated beautifully with every scale perfectly lined. The whole samurai armor never fails to brighten my day.

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As I train, my two blades, the katana and wakizashi, clash together as a result of the metal. I swiftly cut the air and the leaves on the floor crackled from the weight of my feet. I think back to all of the training I did as a young kid. With both of my weapons in hand, I tried to perform a variety of techniques. I let out a big yawn from my fatigue and it echoed throughout.

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As I fight someone
The crisp, fresh, air fills my lungs
Being satisfied

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Training as a Samurai (Feel,Hear,and Taste)

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Training as a Samurai (Feel,Hear,and Taste)

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At a young age, I was forced to begin my training. Looking back through those young years, I remember valuing that youth. We learned Kendo ("The Way of the Sword"), as young warriors do. Those bamboo sticks do hit us hard...huh.
These days...all I can think of is death. We learned to do so. These mental preparations was what the Bushido Code taught us. We also had physical training like meditating under waterfalls. The worst part of that was the chirping birds in the background. They have it good! And then my favorite part, the combat training. When I first felt that katana in my hand, the fighting spirit in me burned with passion. Those combinations must be memorize and you must think ahead with every move. Winning was the best part. I love the taste of victory and the mountain of rice to refresh my mind.

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As I go to the Shinto shrine, I feel peaceful and calm as I'm meditating with mother nature. I see breath-taking mountains and streams crashing against the rocks as I perform a ritual. As I follow Buddhism as well, I feel the spirits living in my soul, helping me in life.