Way Of The Warrior – Character/Self Control


Chapter II of Way Of The Warrior
{Denise gracefully hosts Six Sentence Stories, where writers unleash their magic under one simple rule: in no more or no less than 6 sentences.
This week’s prompt word is : SILK }This is the second installment of Way of The Warrior, a story I started writing back in July 2022.
Here are the links to the 1st chapter – Loyalty , and to an Introduction to the characters.

Although the entirety of the story, all nine chapters, will be under the Six Sentence format,
I will not be linking the remaining chapters to the hop.
Two reasons:
1) I am not even close as good of a writer  to manipulate the story around the weekly prompt words, like Chris or Liz are (among others) with their serial stories. Especially with a theme so specific as the world of Way Of The Warrior is.
2) I do not have the patience to wait for suitable prompts and then publish each episode.
I need to finally get this story out in the world.

I hope, Denise, you will forgive me for doing so.
It has been and will continue to be an honor to be a part of the Six Sentence Stories community.

To my readers from the SSS: if you are inclined to read the rest of the chapters, I will kindly ask you to stop by and visit my blog.
Every week I will be publishing a new chapter.
There is also a dedicated page Way Of The Warrior, where all the episodes of the story can be found.

Thank you.






1 uguisubari : Wooden floors specifically designed to chirp at the slightest pressure, thus warning the inhabitants of any approach. Usually found at castle palaces and some temples. Their nickname nightingale, stems from the sound they make, resembling the song of uguisu, a common song bird in Japan.

2 kimono : the traditional garment of Japan

3haori :  is a Japanese traditional jacket with a loose fit.. Men’s haori, which generally have been used in formal situations, are found in plain colours , often feature beautiful hand-painted artworks on the lining.

4 Kaze : wind

5 Winter Solitude, by Matsuo Basho : he was the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan. Today his name is synonymous with the greatest mastery of haiku (a form of short poetry from Japan).




«Impossible, my Lord…no one will be able to approach you or your sister at a distance closer than 20 steps without making their presence known» , proud at seeing the smile on Lord Shigenobu’s face, the master carpenter Junpei was also proud of the uguisubari1 , it was beautiful, with handpicked planks polished to a mirror finish; he knew any attempt to traverse it silently was futile for the quieter one tried to walk on it, the louder this Nightingale floor would sing.


Growing up together, Naoki & Haruko tried repeatedly to defeat the uguisubari; taking turns, each would sit in the middle of the chamber, blindfolded, while the other tried to approach with stealth – the floor always victorious but that did not deter the boy (soon to become first samurai of the Zen Ryū clan), and the girl, (soon to be the beloved and revered Lady Haruko), from bonding, unaware what the Fates had already decreed.


With the passing of each season, came also one more layer underneath the silk kimono2 of the first lady and beneath the haori3 of the first samurai; the two, well versed in the boundaries imposed by hierarchy, in spite of their silent desire to explore uncharted territory between the plains of logic and the seashore of unattainable, understood it was a feat tantamount to walking silently on the Nightingale floor.


Naoki was never one to look down at people, extracting superiority from Lord Shigenobu’s favor; it was this quality, the lack of pretense, that persuaded Junpei to reveal the secret of the uguisubari to Naoki the day before the ceremony where he would receive the ancestral sword of the clan as the Keeper of the Dragon: a sequence of steps marking a unique path…”in case the Keeper of the Dragon needs to tread where others cannot.”


The night before the ceremony Naoki stood at the threshold of Haruko’s chambers; silently he began to follow the secret steps inward, their eyes remained fixed on one another, illuminated for the miracle they were witness, realizing they were about to disembark upon the shores of the impossible…as dawn’s first light filtered through the small stained glass window near the bed where they lay, Naoki deftly slipped from Haruko’s sleeping embrace, her breaths now deep and steady, he did not wish to disturb her and so bowed to her in a moment suspended above the sea of impossible, then retreated from the shores of the once unachievable.


There was one last gift from that ceremony, it was that gift, years later, Naoki was now caressing; speaking softly, he gently ran his hand over her smooth dark skin, his heart bursting with love… Lady Haruko had bestowed upon him the most beautiful black mare, with a mane unrivaled among any horse in the kingdom, “her name is Kaze”, Haruko offered, then silently placed a scroll in his hands:

Winter Solitude

A world of one color

The sound of Wind 5


Lyrics of the song Lovers, sung by Kathleen Battle:
“There was a field in my old town
Where we always played hand in hand
The wind was gently touching the grass
We were so young, so fearless
Then I dreamt over and over
Of you holding me tight under the stars
I made a promise to my dear lord
I will love you forever
Time has passed
So much has changed
But the field remains in my heart
Oh, where are you?
I need to tell you I still love you
So I reach out for you
You fly around me like a butterfly
Your voice still echoes in my heart
You are my true love
There was a field in my old town
Where in spring all flowers blossomed wide
We were chasing butterflies
Hand in hand ’til close of day
Your voice still echoes in my heart”



By The Company Of Warriors I Keep
Spira / Nick © March 2023





About Spira

A Renaissance human. Part healer, part B/W photographer, part artist, part sigh of a writer, part explorer of guitar & piano landscapes, always in love with music..."Music is the fabric that clothes our lives" as Denise Farley once wrote. All done with the dedication, intensity & passion of an imperfect speck of cosmic debris.

22 responses »

  1. I can feel the atmosphere in your writing, Nick. I could even hear the nightingale, and could see through my mind’s eye the way to keep the floor from singing.
    An enchanting piece, especially when I caught a glint of light in Kaze’s eye at the end there!

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    • What more could I ask than your beautiful, sincere, encouraging reaction?!
      You have made this driftwood of a man, Tom, very happy; especially on a day as this one.
      Thank you, Tom.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. What a follow up to Way of The Warrior I, Nick! Chapter I introduced us to the warrior, Naoki. Now we meet Naoki, the man. Nicely done. (am I going to need a box of tissues nearby when I read the rest of the chapters? lol)
    The Nightingale floor is fascinating. Thank you for the vid demonstration.
    I enjoyed the music paired with your Six. It delicately compliments the sense we have of the two star-crossed lovers.
    Looking forward to your next chapter.

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    • (it won’t hurt to have them close by…if we bleed ink as we write, a smile and a tear are almost inevitable)

      You are absolutely right. Different facets of the same gemstone. As we all have and are.

      Thank you for enjoying the Nightingale floor. It is based at a simple principle but as often is the case, not so simple in implementation with such a result.

      By now, you and a few others have noticed I always pair my writing (creations) with music.
      For this one: it came to mind as a melody but when I revisited the lyrics I realized how close they are to the story I am writing. It is the magic of cosmic debris conspiring to deliver a message…

      Star-crossed lovers… ( now I know the term)!

      Thank you, Denise.
      With each reaction, I have a sigh of relief … as this is one story I do not want to fail in bleeding its ink.

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    • You rightfully like that, Frank; Matsuo Basho’s haiku are superb.

      Nightingale floor is a prime example of engineering addressing necessity (security) with aesthetic (nightingale song).

      Thank you, Frank.

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  3. This is so powerful, Nick! The more I read the more I needed to keep reading! Everything came to life exactly as it was meant to be and when I closed my eyes I could hear the nightingale floor and feel the breath of Naoki and Haruko on the back of my neck.
    I have read many books similar to this, books I treasured and passed on to friends and family. Your story held me spellbound just as those beloved books did.
    Amazing ink, my dear friend. I don’t want it to end!

    Sublime, caro mio! 🌹

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    • To be able to guide the immersion of an other human being into a place they feel attracted to and enchanted by, so much that they want to prolong the experience…is a compliment of the highest order, in terms of Imustbedoingsomethingright.

      In other words, Nancy…freezing hell and flaming guitars!😊…what a reaction to offer!

      Grazie mille, cara mia!🌹

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  4. A story which will haunt me for a long time to come.

    Friendship, to be friendship, invites participation but makes no demands of it. If you are not linking up the next few weeks, i will seek out your blog anyway, because there is always much more to the story.

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    • I hope, Mimi, this story will take you on a journey you won’t regret the time spent in its company.

      Wise and true words. Thank you for understanding why I am doing this.
      Yes, dear friend…there is always more to the story.
      Thank you, Mimi.


  5. Damn2*

    Enjoyed your Six this week and your serial story maintains it’s draw. No easy task given the passage of time.

    * lol ok, if you insist:
    A hybrid of the very familiar compliment on a well-written Six.

    The first, (Power of Damn!), is grounded in the quality of the writing.

    Permit me to be more presumptuous than usual, ‘This bloghop’s writers have all attained that first-sought-after level of the craft, the ability to write an engaging Six. This, in no small part, due to that more silent ambition of beginning writers, ‘writing with a distinguishable voice’.

    Just beyond this lies that very fun, (if not always certain), level of writing that creates an immersive quality to the narrative. The Reader not only wants to find out what happens next, but, with only the tiniest degree of belief suspension are carried into the world you have made available.

    The second, (Power of Damn!), is more personal.
    After the first read (of this Six), I went on ‘the backstage tour’ and got a vicarious thrill from the sense of the background ‘work’ that this story required. And if that wasn’t enough, seeing the fun of research, triggered those thoughts of wading back into the realm of writing longer stories.

    good Six yo

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    • Damn3*

      I knew your riffs are on fire from the ink of early hours this morning. And I was not mistaken.
      Yet, it is a whole other experience being at the receiving end of those riffs.
      Imagine having watched Eddie Van Halen perform and, as if that wasn’t enough, he calls you up hands you his guitar and goes Play something for me…he listens, he applauds, he pinpoints with extreme accuracy what he enjoyed, details unheard/seen by the untrained ear/eye…
      So, Eddie Van Farley, thank you!(with lots of vibrato)

      As I said earlier, it is a big sigh of relief that I exhale with what I read at this comments section here.
      Needless to say, as we have partially discussed this at TG&G, it is a huge challenge ; one I have never imagined I would ever undertake.
      (I guess all those nights howling outside my window “write, write” are paying off, eh?😊)

      Thank you not for writing an encouraging reaction, Clark…but thank you for writing a, at least to my eyes, sincere one.

      The promise made to continue and complete Way Of The Warrior is for more reasons I can disclose here, quite important. As it is personal.
      I hope that in the end you and the rest who accompany me in this journey, will feel that the smile & the tear shared were worth it.

      *Third (Power of Damn!) :
      Section 408, of the BoSR or SBoR


  6. Excellent, Nick. The master carpenter Junpei is skilled indeed, also discerning and wise in revealing its secrets to the hero. In your story, the uguisubari is almost like a character unto itself, and makes a good metaphor for the challenges two bonded souls might face.
    I love the pace and style so far – it’s like the words are sent on notes made by unhurried flutes.
    Accompanying song, yes 👍
    Nightingale floor vid, yes 👍

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    • Thank you, Liz.
      Insightful is again your mark of space sensed.

      May I reciprocate, and wish you continuous inspiration.
      Hope you will find the rest of the story as interesting.

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