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bonnefoisCheshire [Fuji introspective, a hint of TezuFuji]
"Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby you can be the director of the opponent's fate."
-Sun Tzu
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Fuji walks softly, subtle enough to be overlooked by all but the most perceptive,
his words are cool, intelligent entities which waft from person to person and tells of untold hidden meanings.
He smiles a Cheshire smile, enigmatic and talks of casual things that touch deeper points of integral calculations, just enough to tease, just enough to remain mysterious.
Inui claims to not know anything about him, if he was asked then he would say that Fuji is Fuji, and that in itself is the best explanation that can be given.
For Fuji wasn’t a puzzle, for puzzles have complete pieces and a solvable method - no, Fuji was something else, something unreachable and insurmountable. Like trying to hold onto water and having it slip from your hands. and it smiling all the way
Tezuka does not gather calculable data, such as stoke, serve or gait. No, he gathers data from a well honed intuition, from a understanding of the human soul, from a well of wisdom behind the armor of wordlessness. Without words he has learned to listen, and he does with an almost gentleness behind solidity, stolidity.
He does not smile, his words are strict and almost cutting at times, but he is there.
He holds up Seigaku regardless of the consequences.
He knows that everything he has seen in only a facet of something deeper, that perhaps he will never see all of Fuji Syuusuke the Seigaku Tensai, but he listens and pieces together bits of image, sound, knowledge. He almost has a picture, an understanding, yet the conceptual image is never quite complete. Somehow blurry patches remain in the mental properties regarding Fuji. They are spaces to be filled, Tezuka thinks.
“Some things can’t be captured. How would you capture the unconquerable?” And Fuji smiles a smile which no one can define, least of all Tezuka himself.
“You tame it.” Is all Tezuka says in response.
There is a beauty in the undefined, Tezuka thinks as the silence covers, shelters them both
"Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby you can be the director of the opponent's fate."
-Sun Tzu
–
–
Fuji walks softly, subtle enough to be overlooked by all but the most perceptive,
his words are cool, intelligent entities which waft from person to person and tells of untold hidden meanings.
He smiles a Cheshire smile, enigmatic and talks of casual things that touch deeper points of integral calculations, just enough to tease, just enough to remain mysterious.
Inui claims to not know anything about him, if he was asked then he would say that Fuji is Fuji, and that in itself is the best explanation that can be given.
For Fuji wasn’t a puzzle, for puzzles have complete pieces and a solvable method - no, Fuji was something else, something unreachable and insurmountable. Like trying to hold onto water and having it slip from your hands. and it smiling all the way
Tezuka does not gather calculable data, such as stoke, serve or gait. No, he gathers data from a well honed intuition, from a understanding of the human soul, from a well of wisdom behind the armor of wordlessness. Without words he has learned to listen, and he does with an almost gentleness behind solidity, stolidity.
He does not smile, his words are strict and almost cutting at times, but he is there.
He holds up Seigaku regardless of the consequences.
He knows that everything he has seen in only a facet of something deeper, that perhaps he will never see all of Fuji Syuusuke the Seigaku Tensai, but he listens and pieces together bits of image, sound, knowledge. He almost has a picture, an understanding, yet the conceptual image is never quite complete. Somehow blurry patches remain in the mental properties regarding Fuji. They are spaces to be filled, Tezuka thinks.
“Some things can’t be captured. How would you capture the unconquerable?” And Fuji smiles a smile which no one can define, least of all Tezuka himself.
“You tame it.” Is all Tezuka says in response.
There is a beauty in the undefined, Tezuka thinks as the silence covers, shelters them both
