We never learn. Is that a bad thing?
"Nine hundred ninety-eight! Nine hundred ninety-nine! One thousand!"
I was done with this! The man, sitting hunched on a massive log, sips his sake. Long shadows slice the dimming orange light, but summer's heat still lingers.
The boy flicks a furtive glance at his master. Doesn't he ever take off that stupid cloak?
"The sun is sinking. I'll start dinner."
"Aren't you returning to Tokyo?"
"Why? He'll just leave again."
"Why are you here?"
The boy turns, fierce now, shouting. "I want to know true strength!" He stomps off toward the hut.
The man sighs. I was done with this.