Kakita Yuji wrote: ↑Fri Nov 19, 2021 4:31 am
Yuji thought about it.
"It's hard to say isn't it? There are so many stories of the ancestors their triumphs writ large across the pages of the Empire. One can almost forget they were human. They faced difficulties, had needs, and experienced adversity just like any of us. But we have such an idealized picture of them in our mind when we try to picture words that are too perfect to have ever existed."
The trio (Yutaka was still there after all) came to the bank of the Tangu river the water lazily meandering it's way to the ocean.
"Kind of like the reaction I've been getting from some people about a project I'm working on. I'm trying to obtain two poems from each of the competitors in the tournament: one of their initial impression of the tournament and one their final impression. But some have built the ide3a up into this impossibly huge request. Surely their words must rival that of the great poets of old! And they feel they cannot compare and should not try."
He scooped up a rock and skipped it along the water.
"Which reminds me, I need to ask you if you would participate in such a project, Ikoma-san. I would like to add your thoughts to the compilation."
The girl looks at the river thoughtfully as he speaks. As he kneels down to get the rock, she nods with an "mhm", and soon adds. "You do have a point, I guess, Kakita-san. Although... we try to live up to others, ne? And... to ourselves. Ne?"
She follows the rock as it traces its path creating circles on the water. "Hm. Speaking of that. What would Kakita-san have to say about this year's Topaz championship? As a local... you must have seen many of them, ne?"
Since he started talking about his project, she looked at him a few times. She seemed to half-expect his request, and her eyes made clear she wasn't too sure what to make of it.
She knelt down herself to take a pebble of her own. Looked at it for a moment, then at the river. For a moment, a slight smile crept into her lips - a melancholic smile, maybe, but a smile.
"That's an interesting project, Kakita-san. One most Ikoma would approve of, I bet. May I ask you to see the results of your project when it's done?"
She looked away again, pebble still on her hand. Then, instead of throwing it, she looked for something that could be carved with letters - she carried no parchment or paper on her, and didn't expect the Kakita to do either. So a piece of damp wood would have to do, for now.
Instead of being thrown, the pebble soon carved letters into the wood. As she was done, a small smile crossed her lips again, her eyes lost on the river. The pebble was soon dropped again, and she handed the Kakita the piece of wood, with angular, but carefully carved letters.
pebbles on a stream
hopping boldly; just how far
'ere they skip a dream?
"I hope this will do, Kakita-san. If I may... may I ask you what your poem was?"