Memories of a Scorpion 1197

Memories of the young scorpion

I will always remember the night that sparked the fires of creativity within my heart and mind. It was around the hour of the Ox when the sounds of Toshi Ranbo fell quiet, save for the sound of the samurai patrols and the river flowing nearby. I was sitting within the confines of my dorm room at my desk, in quiet frustration. Dozens of sheets of paper were scattered around. each filled with mediocre ideas upon them; creations which would likely not see the light of day. A large black line was smeared across the wooden desk top, the snapped remains of my charcoal resting nearby, discarded in a moment's pique.

Intense feelings of anguish and frustration had tortured me since the tournament held only a week prior. I was disappointed in myself for not progressing further, though also proud of my achievements. Susumu Kurojin, the spider who knocked me out of the tournament had been a fierce and skilled opponent. My sensei, Kaiu Harime, seemed to think that my pride had taken quiet a beating from the loss, but that was far from the case. In fact, my pride was overwhelmed as I know that my contribution to the college team was in part the reason for our success.

The tournament was an invigorating experience, and afterwards, I was eager to create more. However, my mind that had been overflowing with new and exciting ideas would falter when faced with paper. The few creations that did reach paper were far from successful, failing to live up to that which I initially envisioned.

On that night, I recall feeling trapped inside, and so, with paper in hand quietly made my way down the dorm hallway and out into the courtyard. The air was cool and refreshing, the sky glittering as thousands of lights twinkled across the black canvas and hanging to one side was the lord moon.

I reluctantly tore my gaze from celestial bodies above to my hands. Until that moment, I had not noticed that in my frustration that I had been fidgeting with a piece of paper. Nonetheless it was in that moment of quiet contemplation that I had just made a discovery that would set me on a new path. It would take a moment to notice it. At first I looked like nothing more thick square of paper pinched between my fingers but when I stopped apply the pressure it exploded outwards, revealing a lattice like structure within.

After a few moments of squeezing paper lattice I made that profound recognition that there was an application for this. One that could propel me further towards my goal.