The Wormwood Mutiny

KF: Way of the Warrior: Part 3

Keane had been spending several minutes training with his bokken. Savelad took a swig from his jug. “Anyone can learn t’ fight with a sword. ’Takes a true warrior to fight with their soul.” Passing his words off as drunken ramblings, Keane continued to strike his weapon downward, repeatedly. “You hear me, Boy?”


“The warrior’s soul flows through his blade. It’s an extension of his body. Yer arm ends with a blade. Yer spirit flows through yer entire body, every extension.” Keane strikes the empty space in front of him, once again. “See that sack of beans?”


“Try hittin’ that.” Keane readied into a position in front of his new target. “Hold on. Close yer eyes. Now, feel the strength in yer heart. Feel it flow through yer arms and through yer blade. Feel that energy. Embrace it.”

“I don’ feel anything.”

“Keep yer eyes closed. Pull it from yer chest. This energy’s yer soul, Boy. Yer most powerful weapon. Once you feel it, let it go, and strike.” Almost a minute passed, and Keane swung, tearing the sack of beans open on the floor of the deck. “How’d that feel?”

“Like hittin’ a sack of beans.”

Savelad lumbered to his feet and removed his scabbard from his waist. “Try this one,” he said, gesturing Keane to take his sword. Keane pulled Savelad’s blade from the scabbard. It was light in weight, but still, almost heavy, in a way. It felt powerful. He held the sword in front of him, his feet in stance. “Whatta ya feel, now?”

“I feel…powerful. Strong.”

“That power’s yer soul.”

“I don’t think so. It’s powerful. But, it’s coming from the sword, not me.”

“That’s enough. Sheath the blade.” The curved blade slid into the scabbard and locked into place with a click. Savelad returned the weapon back to its place on his belt and collapsed back onto his barrel of a stool.

“What if I don’t have a soul?”

“‘Met a man once. Said that he had to earn his soul. Never paid that thought much mind. Seems you’ve done more to earn yer soul than I did at yer age.” The Captain took another swig. “Don’ worry. You’ll find it.”



I'm sorry, but we no longer support this web browser. Please upgrade your browser or install Chrome or Firefox to enjoy the full functionality of this site.