I had my fun with the Maya, and decided to pay a visit to one of my favorite countries; Japan! I stepped into the shadow and came out in the Japanese city of Kyoto. Ah, Kyoto! I thought, A beautiful city up to its neck in the opium trade. It was sad, because that same obsession would lead to the city's downfall. In the mean time though, I was going to visit one of my old friends. I had known him for a long time, and his home was one of the most splendid I had seen. My name (well, my alias) was Kuria Kisho, meaning dark one who knows his own mind. It was good to be Kisho again, for the times me and my friend had were always memorable.
I knocked on his door politely and changed into my expensive robes (made of shadow, of course) just as the door was about to open. Close one, I thought to myself as the door opened fully. Standing inside was a close personal friend, and one of the wealthiest men in Japan. My friends name was rather different. His name was Hiroyuki Tamotsu, or defender of wide spread happiness. It was a fitting name, for even in the opium trade capital of Japan he frustrated the plans of impurity and evil. He was a samurai, his swords gleaming on his long, deep red robe.
"Kisho-kun!" said Hiroyuki, "How are you?"
"Well, my old friend. And you?" I replied, easily growing comfortable in my friends aura of happiness. This was a man that always made you want to be around him. Between his infectious personality and undying purity, there's no wonder he had amassed such wealth!
"Good, good. Please come in, won't you? I shall have some sake heated for us." Ah, his one weakness; this clean white stone of a man had a little bit of dirt under it. He loved hot sake as much as I loved to travel! He brought back a tray of two small cups, each of the finest craftsmanship, filled to the brim with steaming rice wine (or sake). "Please sit friend, we have some catching up to don't we?"
"Yes Hiroyuki, we do." I gestured at the paintings on the walls. "Added to your collection I see?"
" I am always adding to my collection! Here, take a look at this!" He pointed to a painting of a beautiful tree with red leaves, "a Fuyuka!"
"Very impressive! Is it true that he sines his name in blood on his paintings?"
"Yes! Isn't it amazing how dedicated he is?" Fully engrossed in our discussion about art (but running out of things to say) , I looked around at his impressive home.
Once again I couldn't believe how fancy it was. Feeling a little guilty as I did, I asked if I could stay for a while. He said yes, and I thought that we were going to have a good time, with only a marginal bit of saddness.
I knocked on his door politely and changed into my expensive robes (made of shadow, of course) just as the door was about to open. Close one, I thought to myself as the door opened fully. Standing inside was a close personal friend, and one of the wealthiest men in Japan. My friends name was rather different. His name was Hiroyuki Tamotsu, or defender of wide spread happiness. It was a fitting name, for even in the opium trade capital of Japan he frustrated the plans of impurity and evil. He was a samurai, his swords gleaming on his long, deep red robe.
"Kisho-kun!" said Hiroyuki, "How are you?"
"Well, my old friend. And you?" I replied, easily growing comfortable in my friends aura of happiness. This was a man that always made you want to be around him. Between his infectious personality and undying purity, there's no wonder he had amassed such wealth!
"Good, good. Please come in, won't you? I shall have some sake heated for us." Ah, his one weakness; this clean white stone of a man had a little bit of dirt under it. He loved hot sake as much as I loved to travel! He brought back a tray of two small cups, each of the finest craftsmanship, filled to the brim with steaming rice wine (or sake). "Please sit friend, we have some catching up to don't we?"
"Yes Hiroyuki, we do." I gestured at the paintings on the walls. "Added to your collection I see?"
" I am always adding to my collection! Here, take a look at this!" He pointed to a painting of a beautiful tree with red leaves, "a Fuyuka!"
"Very impressive! Is it true that he sines his name in blood on his paintings?"
"Yes! Isn't it amazing how dedicated he is?" Fully engrossed in our discussion about art (but running out of things to say) , I looked around at his impressive home.
Once again I couldn't believe how fancy it was. Feeling a little guilty as I did, I asked if I could stay for a while. He said yes, and I thought that we were going to have a good time, with only a marginal bit of saddness.
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