Author: Tenchu

Names hold weight unlike that of most other words. When one is uttered aloud, it holds more than just a mere set of syllables. With a name, there comes identification. Attachment. Eventually, all that encompases who you are becomes interwoven

Quality vs quantity is a tale as old as time. Even in the days of Odawara past, it was old .Should one make as much of something as they can, or spend the time to craft a single piece of

Once, when old days were young, a monk traveled on a dusty road to a far off monastery. He had been sent there by his guru, a wise and noble man, to temper the anger that dwelled in his heart.

Three lines. Five syllables, then seven, and five once more. Short, sweet, and a breath of fresh air. The form of haiku is designed for simplicity, ease, and to shine bright at a moment in time. Written to catch the

Time. Such an immaterial thing, and yet it holds so much value. One cannot hold time, physically interact with it in the slightest. And yet we count it, run our entire lives around time. It can be the currency of

Once a neighborly feeling flowed in the days of yore. A field sat in between two farmers fields, technically never owned by a single one of them. With wild green grass, it would be perfect for their farm animals to

It was a normal day in the streets of Tokyo that day. People living their lives, going back and forth from work, outings with their families, all that one could ever hope for really. But down in the subways, something

Large, isolated, towering. An iceberg can seem massive at a glance, with the icy wall emerging from the waves. A mountain on the move, with a rising peak at the top. The real danger of one however, is what isn’t

here was a man, in the old days, whose name filled those with dread. A human with the ability to inspire fear like no other, he held entire towns in his sway in those lonely mountains of Hokkaido. Where he

“There’s a delicacy in the pleasures of life. With the struggles of going from day to day, grinding away at goals until nothing remains, you need those extra little things. That really good dish of food. The freedom of fantasy.