Day 235

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Kojiro kept sharpening the knife. He had to do something to take his mind off the engagement. 

He had already eaten a Pigeon today. He wasn't hungry. He didn't feel like archery practice. So he was going to throw knives. He had managed to gain six more knives through trading and stealing. So he had seven to throw.

He finished sharpening the knife. He went outside to a tree where sunlight shone through the canopy and started throwing. 

WHOOSHTHUNK! One for the doctor. WHOOSHTHUNK! One for Nyarth. WHOOSHTHUNK! One for the twerp troupe. WHOOSHTHUNK! One for the world. WHOOSHTHUNK! One for Musa.. No, he couldn't finish that thought. WHOOSHTHUNK! One for himself.  

He prepared to throw the final knife when a twig snapped to his right. He pivoted toward the sound and raised the knife, looking for the threat. 

Musashi appeared out of the trees. 

"Kojiro! I found you. I-" Kojiro cut her off. 

"Get out. You aren't welcome." He said quietly. He held the knife up. Its silver blade glinted in the sunlight. 

"Kojiro. You wouldn't." said Musashi softly. 

"Wouldn't I?" He said. But he knew the answer was no. 

"Kojiro, you won't kill me." said Musashi almost pitifully. 

"But what about myself? That would hurt you, right? Oh no, it wouldn't. Anyway, you've got the doctor to make you feel better." Kojiro sneered. 

"Kojiro, I know you. You wouldn't kill me or yourself. It's against the odds. I don't think it's in your nature to kill other people." Musashi said matter-of-factly. 

Kojiro laughed and realised how insane it sounded. Musashi stared. 

"You don't know me as well as you think." 

With that, Kojiro retreated to his cave. 

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