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Wisdom - a fading mindset, Part 1
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One single mind, set for an eternity of thought processes – cells overworking themselves, past their expiration point. You can acquire wisdom, life lessons, and every day scenarios over and over and it can lead to insanity. Whether it’s watching those you love die or the world around you change so rapidly - that just when you figure you're finally a modern citizen, suddenly you find - you're still old fashioned and lost the point in evolving yourself. What of those immortals who were already loners from the start? The ones who preferred themselves, rather than others surrounding them, and giving them a sense of societal pressures? Wisdom is merely an argument against other's judgments – a simple play on words. Anyone, given a quick thought process and listening ear, can veil any sentence to be a word of wisdom. Anyone can manipulate others into thinking, 'Because it was said this way, it seems like a valid point.' For Kichi, it was that simple – manipulating words, sentences, and thought processes into sounding as she was speaking true words of wisdom. People would tend to stand by those manipulating words, agreeing with the supposed valid point. Taking a human life? Killing freely, simply for the gain of more money to fill your wallet? Where was the wisdom that led this woman not to be sought out as a monster? Simple – unique life style choice.
Kichi was immortal, un-killable, and never aging; what real reason would she need money for? No one has the real ideal of why someone has the true judgment of whether someone should live or die. If God wished us not to kill, why give us the option to? What, it’s just some test for purity, to have us see that a life is worth holding back your weapons? Why give us the skill we obviously have, if not to use it? Animals kill other animals – for dominance, food, order.
In this day and age, animals can stand upright and speak. They are simply man, too. Should we tell them not to do what they were born doing? Man did the same as mere cavemen. Survival is the key, not purity. But of course, though true judgment of life is hard to find - most of us still have our self respect. Not to kill true innocents or children. However, that can still be altered with manipulated wisdom.
Martyrs, innocents killed for the cause.
Children who were born to destroy the world, fate as it were - those should be dealt with early, correct?
Abortions – saving a child from a life of hate, pain and hard upbringing. Say what you want, that is still an area of murder. Being paid to kill who others think is the right choice to kill, why argue with it?
See, immortals like Kichi, the 'true flame assassin', have too much time in their hands to realize the world is simply that – a world – full of different sets of minds and morals.
But given the right push…anyone's mindset can be manipulated.
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It was a quiet night. The fire pit in Saint Martial burned a bit darker that day. Maybe it was the colder weather, who knew. The Isles tend to have fairly random sets of hot, cold, neutral days.
Kichi stood by and watched the fire pit idly. This is where she tended to over-think, to manipulate her own self with thought processes.
Why gain friends? What is TRULY a friend? Why do we find types of food more delicious? We all mush it in our mouths and shove it down a hole, ending up in our stomachs. What is the point in taste buds, then? To make us believe life can get better with a mere taste of something?
These types of random thoughts came to a halt. There was an unfamiliar heat pattern felt. The crimson eyes of the over-thinker darted around to find the intrusion, finally coming to rest upon a man - dressed in black and white. His face was covered, aside from his mouth. He seemed like a drone, nothing more than a messenger. Everyone is so easy to gain a life story from, just by a simple glance.
"We have been watching you." He says, his tone devoid of emotion or inflection.
"Many do." She could have asked,
'we?' but why bother?
"You have lost your judgment. We wish for you to regain it."
"Many think they can decide my sense of judgment for me."
"Like your father?"
There was something in the way he uttered those words.
'Like your father?' The masked man had a winning poker face, he never even referred to himself as a person, simply as a 'we', yet he was going with a personal route. Was he attempting to manipulate the manipulation master?
"Like my father, correct." She retorted, her own poker face strong.
"We wish to know if you agree with his sense of judgment."
"Why does it matter?"
"You seem to have issues with people deciding what's wrong, and what's not. Do you wish to be free of that?"
"Who doesn’t?"
"We think you seek actual order. We can offer that."
She's heard that line, one in a million times. But…something about his utter distaste for being singular, his ease with being a plural – it caught her interest.
It is odd, seeing as how being a lone wolf made her happy, or an ideal of happy. But what is the most alone a person can be?
Not having your own identity, at all.
Her chin raises, "You aren't really telling me what that offer is."
"You're on trial, being judged. We wish to give you an assignment. Do you accept?"
Kichi remains silent, waiting for him to go on.
The masked man takes the hint, "We wish for you to break your father's underground control. Get rid of his resources. Make him temporarily powerless, and free yourself of his reign."
Free of his reign? Betraying the 'flame assassins'?
"We will be in contact," and without waiting for a response, he simply walked away. Kichi felt he knew better, than for her to ask more questions.
The word assignment seemed so simple. But this task would magnify into the hardest thing she has ever done. Everything her family has worked for, she was going to cut a simple string, leaving it - even for a moment, temporarily powerless. It could take months, maybe years - to rebuild those resources.
He was right. The thought did feel freeing. Maybe there is a real judgment out there.
I ran into Jumproot and Silent Butterfly!!!! They are still around!
le freaking sigh.
Thank you so much, Dayn. 