Kenshin, outnumberd by his assailant, each carrying unimaginable weapons. All of them strike, only to find the samurai Kenshin had disappeared, the next second, sword flashes through, and the evil lied dead, and Kenshin went back to his dojo, with his Kauru-Chan awaiting him...
Well, this is a scene of Samurai X, an old japanese anime......
Sometimes I might imagine myself as Kenshin, slashing those badass with just mere flick of sword, and live with the stubborn yet sensitive Kauru in peace... or sometimes...
Imagine myself as an unknown assassin, walking in the midst of night, exterminating those evil dread root in the society, and the evils that had escaped unjust...and disappeared in the darkness of night.
But imagination is imaginations, reality is reality. I was just a student, definitely not good lucking. Particularly expert in nothing and that's it. You won't differentiate me in the midst of society, an ordinary lad.
And that's why I hate imagination. Yet, in the darkest time in the alone street, imagination is the only thing that accompanied me.
Ya know one thing, imagination is only things for weak, as people with strong will never imagine, they make their imagination reality.
Often, bubbles had to be prickled before u are bring to higher place. Like it or not, a bubble will prickle one day
And I am at least grateful, for i learn to know imagination as pure imagination. Thought how nice it is in ur dream, it was reality.
I'll never let the mist of imagination to blind me, as mist, after all, is a sign of impermanent. o one can live in a dream.
You might be Kauru, but I'll never be Kenshinn. That's all I know...
Yet, if there's a need of protection, i will arise as Kenshin to protect you,
Though the sword I had was just mere air, and I'm not skillful as the real Kenshin as be.
and how futile the situation might be
And I will disappear in thin air before you mistaken me for the real kenshin in life
Imagination..
imagination...
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