Without Spirit

 I haven't trained in two weeks. I just don't feel like training. No ... it's not that simple. It seems to me that all that I believed in until a moment ago, strong smoke disappeared. Everything is the same. People are the same. The hall is the same. The techniques are the same. Evil is like a dark cloud falling low in the branches of trees. It covers the grass, it covers the bushes ..... I think ... where am I. Nothing's right. The normal is not normal. The right thing is not right. Words are words, and there is nothing in them. They resound empty. And I understood it at that moment. It's easy to catch a tire. It's too lazy to imitate me. It's easy to show pure play. Pure game? You can be smart and have a good vocabulary. Maybe I'm getting wiser. I may have learned something from kendo all these years. But my heart is empty ...

        Kendo doesn't change if you don't want to. Please ... ippon ... I'm training again. Do you want to know what I think? Come out against me and you will see it in my eyes.