“Master Oogway?” the Uber driver said, “We are here.”
“It’s Master Gooway,” the old man said as he stepped out the door of the Honda Civic,
“You must have me confused with someone else.” Pink lights of an apartment building's vacancy
sign flash across his wizened eyes like the leaves of old sensei Fishu’s cherry blossom tree.
“You must have me confused with someone else.” Pink lights of an apartment building's vacancy
sign flash across his wizened eyes like the leaves of old sensei Fishu’s cherry blossom tree.
Fishu stood waiting for a young Gooway outside the family shrine.
“Your father,” Fishu began, “was a man with respect for The Way. Because of that no man could
touch him,” Fishu paced behind Gooway. “So it makes sense then, that the only thing that could kill him
was a disease,” Fishu thrusted a curtain to the side revealing four blades. “Your family is cursed, on your
sixtieth birthday you will die just as your father has and everyone else in your family. For now I will teach
you The Way and when the time comes will be buried here,” Fishu gestured to family shrine, “and your
blade will be hung here.”
touch him,” Fishu paced behind Gooway. “So it makes sense then, that the only thing that could kill him
was a disease,” Fishu thrusted a curtain to the side revealing four blades. “Your family is cursed, on your
sixtieth birthday you will die just as your father has and everyone else in your family. For now I will teach
you The Way and when the time comes will be buried here,” Fishu gestured to family shrine, “and your
blade will be hung here.”
The old Master Gooway sat down on the bed of his new apartment in Pointe Place and helpfully
reflected aloud. “Fishu said I would find my child here. I will not neglect my child on my deathbed as
my father neglected me.
reflected aloud. “Fishu said I would find my child here. I will not neglect my child on my deathbed as
my father neglected me.
