The Finality of Weakness

[Yagi_Kamisama 210]

The sun rose, peaking through a mass of mountains as it gently shone its light over the high mountain tops. An early morning dew that had set in, was soon losing its vitality, disappearing as easily as it had appeared. 

There upon one of the countless jagged cliffs sat a frail framed woman, her expression dour. She had spent countless hours there, aimlessly wracking through her thoughts upon concepts that had finally been granted the capability to do so. Her thoughts held thus a train of thought.

 

 What does it mean, to hold a weakness? Is it a lack of capability? A lack of ability to react? Is it a physical strength, others are born with and that with which others lack as a consequence of birth?

Is weakness something gained, from a trade that one makes;  In receipt of sundering one’s soul open, they are left open to it’s horrors. Is this state of mental clarity then, weakness?

 

The woman shifted and rose to her feet, beginning to pace about in quick succession around the make-shift camp. Minutes of thought were given to this, minutes that turned into hours before she realized it. 

“Forego all fealties, all friendships, all family ties and loved ones. “

The woman understood the purpose of these words, and why they had been given to her. It was to assist in guiding her to a higher level of strength, a further step on the path to be rid of weakness in its entirety. Eventually, she would be forced to leave behind these things in one way or another. They simply could not withstand the test of time, no matter how much they struggled and writhed against the weight of it.

The woman was then brought to halt her movements, soon falling to her knees as she buried her face into her hands. In the preceding moments, they became tear-soaked as a blood-curdling scream left her in a fit of anger and rage. A hand was raised, balled together and slammed into the dirt beside her. This was followed by another scream, and another strike.The woman lay there, having felt worse than she ever had. Her muscles and body aches, unable to fully express the uncharacteristic symphony and crescendo of emotions that had made itself home in her body. 

“Weakness shall not be tolerated, strength is demanded of you.”

The answer then was there, lying in front of her as if it had always been there.  Weakness.. Is all of these things. Weakness at its quintessential essence is to fail. 

As it was clear, her mind was made, and her fate sealed. The Oyashiman stood, regained her composure and stared towards the sun which now shone over her and the mountains, radiating its warmth upon them. She strode forth, her purpose found and finally laid out in front of her…

 

Edited May 6, 2023 by Yagi_Kamisama