![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Inspired by DM prompt #3
Sep. 12th, 2006 12:43 amI remember my childhood.
Gouken, brother mine; he shaped my life in ways I still discover to this day. Sayaka, the kindest and most gentle person I have ever known. And Master Goutetsu, more of a father to me than blood could ever be.
When I was a child, Goutetsu was the rock upon which my entire world was built. A master in every sense of the word, he was everything I strove to be.. He trained me in the art of his creation, challenged me at every turn and showed me that I never need to cease improving. Limits are for those willing to accept them.
After Gouken disappointed him so, I knew it was more important than ever that I grow to be a worthy successor; we both knew there would be no other to rise. I strove harder than ever to be fit in his eyes, to be fit to carry on his legacy.
I wanted to see pride in his eyes when he looked at me, pride and respect.
I finally saw it at the last, dying in my arms. Dying by my hand. I wear the prayer beads taken from around his neck as constant tribute to his memory- Even as I surpass anything he had ever imagined for the art of Ansatsuken.
When I was a child, Goutetsu was the rock on which my entire world was built.. But that was then, and this is now.
Gouken, brother mine; he shaped my life in ways I still discover to this day. Sayaka, the kindest and most gentle person I have ever known. And Master Goutetsu, more of a father to me than blood could ever be.
When I was a child, Goutetsu was the rock upon which my entire world was built. A master in every sense of the word, he was everything I strove to be.. He trained me in the art of his creation, challenged me at every turn and showed me that I never need to cease improving. Limits are for those willing to accept them.
After Gouken disappointed him so, I knew it was more important than ever that I grow to be a worthy successor; we both knew there would be no other to rise. I strove harder than ever to be fit in his eyes, to be fit to carry on his legacy.
I wanted to see pride in his eyes when he looked at me, pride and respect.
I finally saw it at the last, dying in my arms. Dying by my hand. I wear the prayer beads taken from around his neck as constant tribute to his memory- Even as I surpass anything he had ever imagined for the art of Ansatsuken.
When I was a child, Goutetsu was the rock on which my entire world was built.. But that was then, and this is now.
