The morning began, as most of them did now, with Tsurugi attempting to achieve a state of pure nothingness and failing spectacularly.
He sat in what had once been a perfectly pleasant, quiet clearing in the woods. 'Had been' being the operative phrase. Somehow, during a period of particularly intense napping, an entire dojo had been constructed around him. Then dormitories. Then a perimeter wall. Then, through a process of osmosis he still didn't understand, an entire bustling compound.
"Master!" A disciple whose name he'd intentionally forgotten threw himself to the ground, his forehead pressing into the dirt. "Your lesson yesterday! It has changed my life!"
Tsurugi dragged his gaze away from a beetle attempting to roll a pellet of dung uphill. "I didn't give a lesson yesterday."
