Saorsa Dojo

WHO ARE YOUR SINS?

"Bask in the shadows of doubt" - Zenyatta

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"You're a quick learner Mama" Cabin spoke highly, collecting the splintered wooden dummy.

Huffing from the blazing sun, shun directed upon the Sanctuary, Marama stood before the broken dummy, her shins raging in agony.

"I try..." She responds, crouching as the red seeping from the cloth wrapped around her shins bleed onto her bare feet. Collecting the broken timber into her arms, she walks alongside Master Cabin towards a stacked pile of other broken dummies, laid to use for firewood.

"Now this looks nasty," the Master spoke, staring at the number of broken dummies they have gone through in a span of four months. Dropping the splintered wood beside the old pile, Marama attempts to hide her prideful grin, giggling as her hand shields her mouth, Master Cabin shaking his head with a chuckle.

"Look bb, I simply just... enjoy training with my sensei!"

"Yeah? Well, take your training into thought, I'll be sending you to the Mian Village" Master Cabin phrased, dusting the wood chips from the splintered timber off his palms, both the teacher and student entering the shaded veranda as they sit comfortably, appreciating the gust of wind to cool their heated temperatures.

"Why?" the angel broke silence.

Admiring his sanctuary, Cabin sat quietly with a coy smile on his face. "You like breaking the silence huh Mama?"

With a flush of embarrassment, Marama groans as her back deflates flat on the wooded deck.  Taking hold of her legs, Master Cabin begins to unwrap the dried bloody bandages, applying ointment to her wounds as she hisses in discomfort.

"I don't know... -OUCH- *hisses* that stings mother fuc-"

"Wow Marama," Cabin interjects, "For an angel you got a potty mouth, huh??"

"Oh don't slander me Master cabin, you shouldn't assume all angels are lovely and polite." Marama rose, looking at her bloodied shins.

With a hum in acknowledgement, Master Cabin finishes aiding the angel's wounds, discarding the dirty cotton and cloth in a basket.

"I won't go into details except to help those who need it, I want to hear good word from below so- don't disappoint me mama~" Master Cabin cheers, pinching Marama's cheek as he stood, receiving a hateful glare.

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Descending down the trail, the winged maiden wanders the path to uncertainty, confused and lost as to what her training purpose could hold to the arrival in the Mian Village. Talking to the locals for direction, Marama enters the village navigated by the local Mian people, staring wide eyed at the low maintenance and poor condition the villagers were handled in.

Walking upon the wreckage, Marama realizes the amount of damage the village people suffer in contrast to the Dojo where both Marama and Master Cabin reside. These people lived in poverty, starving for contents; food, affection, guidance, Marama fell silent, guilt drowning her thoughts as she trekked further within, eyeing for any hint for her presence.

'Why did you send me here, Master Cabin??'

The saddened angel thought, a lump swelling in her throat, frozen as children gather with fear in their eyes, their malnourished faces and body huddling as the wind kisses their skin. The cries and pleas fell on deaf ears for Marama as she fought an inner battle within herself, pulling upon the restraints of her trauma.