‘master’ called out miyo ‘how much longer must i practise until i too become a master?’
‘as long as it takes’ said master tzu with a glint of anger in his eyes but none in his voice
Miyo formed the pose, holding every muscle perfectly still, sweat beading from his forehead
‘at ease’ commanded master tzu
This was the final formation of a gruelling session. Miyo awoke at 4am this morning and practised under the purple sky