Matajuro si arta sabiei

Matajuro Yagyu, son of a renowned master of the sword, was relegated by his father, who believed his efforts were not sufficient to become a true master. Matajuro, who had decided, despite everything, to conquer that objective, traveled to mount Futara with the intent of finding the famous master Banzo, but this master only confirmed his father’s judgement:

– You do not fill the requirements.

– But, if I work hard, how many years does take for me to become a master? insisted the young man.

– The rest of your life – answered Banzo.

– I can not wait that long. I am willing to endure whatever it takes to learn with you. If I become your devoted servant, how long will it take?

– Oh, perhaps some ten years.

– Well, my father grows ill and, before long I will have to take care of him. If I work even harder, how long will it take?

– Oh, perhaps some thirty years.

– I do not understand. First it was ten years, now it’s thirty. Believe me, I am willing to endure anything to master this art as soon as ossible.

– Well, in that case, you will have to spend seventy years with me. A man that anxious for results can not learn fast enough – explained Banzo.

– Very well – declared Matajuro, I finally understand that you were losing your patience – I accept to become your servant.

It was then demanded of Matajuro that he would not speak of the art of the sword or touch a sword again. He served the master, preparing his meals, cleaning his rooms and tending to his garden, always without uttering a single word about the art of the sword. He was even forbidden to watch the training of the other students.

Three years passed and Matajuro, always working, thinking often of his misfortune, since he could still not devote his life to study of the art he had chosen. One day, while he was tending his chores, lost in his sad thoughts, Banzo crept close to him, and struck him hard on his back with the bokken. On the next day, Matajuro was preparing the rice and the master attacked him again, when he least expected. From that day forward, Matajuro was forced to defend himself day and night from the sudden attacks of Banzo. Always alert to avoid the sword of the master.

He learnt so quickly that his concentration, his speed and a sort of sixth sense enabled him to avoid Banzo’s attacks. Then one day, before completing ten years after his arrival, the master told him he had nothing more to teach him.