Zamasu was a great swordsman and a Sensei in the art of The Samari. One day, a unknown guard of Zamasu seeking instruction in the art of swordsmanship of the Samari warrior approached Zamasu in help to learn more.

Scared and nervously, the unknown guardsman, performs in front of Sensei Zamasu the way of his defending ability in technique and form.

Sensei Zamasu says to the unknown guardsman. “As I observe you, it seems to be that you have a great form of swordsmanship already, Where have you learned these such profound moves and technique from? What Master aka Sensei have schooled you, I would love to know before we enter into a relationship as Sensei and student.”

The unknown guardsman said,“I am ashamed to say that I have never really learned the art of swordsmanship of the Samari or such techniques you speak of.”

Sensei Zamasu replied by saying, “Are you trying to trick me? I am Sensei to the honorable Shogun himself !!! The very teaching the ways of the Samari itself, and I know that my judging eyes shall they never fail me, but I can see that you already are a Sensei”

The Unkown Guardsman says, “I am sorry to defy your honor and greatness, but I really know nothing as I am self taught” replied the unknown guardsman.

This resolute denial on the part of the unknown guardsman made the old Sensei Zamasu think for a while, and then he finally said, “If you say so, then it must be so; but still I am sure that you are a master of something, though I know not what.”

The Unknown Guardsman then replied, “If you insist Sensei Zamasu, I will tell you this my good sir. There is one thing of which I can say that I am a complete master of. When I was a boy, it appeared to me that as a Samurai I should never be afraid of death regardless of the circumstances. I had grappled with this obstacle for some years but finally overcame it. Death ceases to worry me and perhaps this is what you sense.”

“Exactly!” exclaimed Sensei Zamasu. “That is what I mean. I am glad that I made no error in my judgment.

For the ultimate secrets of swordsmanship of the Samari also lie in being released the preoccupation of death. I have trained ever so many hundreds of my disciples and followers along this line, but so far none of them really deserve the final certificate for swordsmanship of the true arts of the Samari.

You need no technical training, you are already a master my son.” As Zamasu said to the Very Known Guardsman. 

A Story of Zen.

I hope some of you enjoy! 

Rectitude carried to excess hardens into stiffness; benevolence indulged beyond measure sinks into weakness.

Date Masamune  

Amen, was strolling down the coast passing decaying Yew Pine leaves. He spotted two figures one dressed in a suit the other in a kimono of sorts. Amen stalked closer until he was within ear range of the duo. He checked his right pocket for this 38. revolver. And his waistband for his katana. The night was going to become really interesting he thought.