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Master Po died.
And so it happens on this day, exactly 500 years ago, Master Po died.
at 5 a.m.,
after morning exercises.
Master Po addressed the Adepts regarding a mission to eradicate
the Haurushi clan.
They were masters in the art of poisons.
a cowardly yet highly effective skill.
Death delivered in such sneaky ways.
with no hope for the unaware target's angered Poe.
He decided to destroy their clan absolutely.
Poe warned us that the mission was so dangerous as to be deemed impossible with no hope of return. Upon this announcement, most students left the courtyard without shame.
Shame was not recognized atop Wudang, only action or inaction. I'm not entirely sure why I raised my hand.
but it was raised, and along with one other adept,
I agreed to accompany Master Poe on a mission of murder.
Total annihilation was the only acceptable outcome.
I packed my things and said goodbye to everybody I had trained with. I bowed to each and every student. Poe's words were golden. If he deemed this a suicide mission,
I believed him.
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The walk was many weeks in silence.
Nobody spoke.
We simply followed Poe in a straight line, one behind the other.
through forest,
and across mountain ranges.
When we laid eyes on the Hyarushi encampment, there was no pause for thought or tactics. We simply continued our march.
Following pose steps in perfect unison.
left.
Right.
Met by over 500 warriors, the killing was very personal.
Avoiding blades and poison darts, I even had the bad fortune of staining my shirt with my dying enemy's blood not once but twice.
My finger techniques to the eye were lethal, but I had yet to make them bloodless as proposed command. Atop Wudan, we were taught to kill bloodlessly. Blood on my shirt was unacceptable.
Even in the heat of battle, I feared Poe would spot my stained shirt and later reprimand me, so I drifted slightly further from him and continued to fight. As bodies fell, the final hurdle drew closer to penetrate the personal tent of the Hiroshi Master Yeho. Not only a master of 77 existing styles from tiger to rat, he was also a poison expert.
one instruction. He made it clear. An adept stood no chance at all against Yee-Ho. Yee-Ho must be engaged by Poe and Poe alone. As we fought our way toward the master's tent, deep inside the encampment, I felt a twinge of emotion as I saw my fellow adept drop hard from a poison dart, never to rise again. The dart entered his ankle as he retracted a head-high kick which had crushed
From my momentary emotion, empty-handed, I felt the brush of a katana. Afraid once again to lose focus, I did not look at the adept's body again.
I heard them stabbing him ferociously as he laid unconscious on the ground, mocking me down with howls.
would have it, the Howls are exactly what convinced Yeho, the master of poison, to leave his tent and join the battle.
Yiho came without visible weapons and walked slowly and calmly.
into the fray.
His back was turned to me as he walked into the battlefield, directly towards Poe himself. I briefly considered killing my two hot opponents and charging to strike him by surprise.
But I remembered Master Po's command, do not engage Yeho.
Po had eight clan members attacking him at once, and as if practicing kata was striking them one by one in a circle in order, over and over.
However, as soon as Po and Yeho locked eyes, he ended the lives of all eight clansmen instantly. A single flash of his left hand, one movement, ripped all of their throats out simultaneously.
It seemed impossible how one upward hand movement could disable eight different warriors. Yet I was wise enough to know that my eyes were not sophisticated enough to see the true nature of the movement. The results spoke for themselves.
Yee-Haw came empty-handed, yet his flowing robes and hooded face presented an unknown challenge.
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I was scared for Po's safety. I never before believed he might lose.
There were few clansmen left. I snapped necks as Yi Ho and Po locked eyes.
I didn't want to repeat my mistakes from before, so I focused on the task at hand: staying alive.
I only caught their showdown out of the corner of my eye.
Yeho's flowing robes made it impossible to see exactly what he was doing, how he was moving. Where his hands were, hidden pockets throwing backwards over his shoulders as he spun in a whirlwind. Weapons revealed for a single strike, concealed and replaced.
Poe used the same movements I had seen atop the meadows, darting between butterflies to avoid strike after strike.
hidden projectile after another. And even as hidden darts flew past the cheek of Poe, the distance had been closed.
Po landed the forbidden hibiyashi,
breaking his own collarbone to prevent spinal collapse.
However, it was not Poe's bone that made the loudest noise.
Yee-haw dropped in a heap.
Poe had executed a perfect kill. Cervical spine rupture exploding all of today and all of his tomorrows.
And yet the story is not over, for on Master Po's cheek was a red welt. A dart had punctured his skin.
I had seen the dart damage the adept. The poison thinned the blood.
And even from a tiny puncture, the fallen adept had squirted blood all over the battlefield.
However, Poe was not bleeding.
Master's body had deflected all available blood from surface skin,
deep into internal uses.
for that last scintilla of strength, endurance, and fortitude in the fight.
Only now that the deed was done and Yi Ho lied dead, did nature take its course and Master Po began to bleed.
Poe sat in Lotus' position and let himself bleed, making no attempt to address his wound.
Silently, I came to his aid, but he presented his palm suddenly.
His last active movement, stopping me in my tracks. He did not want me too close to the toxins coursing through his cut face, fearing that some might be airborne, and so he protected me with his last moment. As an adept, I obeyed. I stood back and took the herbal mixture from my pocket.
I added water to the herbs and heated the mixture, all the while Po sat still.
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I was panicking. This tea had been given to injured adepts for millennia. I had packed it for myself. I didn't know what else to do.
I focused on making the tea as quickly as I could.
Poe had died.
In front of me. He wasn't moving.
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I disobeyed.
I had to try and help him.
I came in slowly, not wanting to startle him. I did not want to die by an accidental gesture of his hand. Such things have happened among Adepts and Masters.
When I was close, I realized it was worse than I could have imagined.
His eyes had glazed over and he wasn't breathing.
And so it happens that on this day exactly 500 years ago
Master Po died.
I could not be certain that he could hear.
But I tested the air with my voice and I said, "Master, I bring healing tea.
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I placed it in his open palm. He didn't move.
He did not reply.
I stepped back and sat next to the fire.
I stared at Poe as the sun went down and into the darkness.
All night I listened to the silence, but there was no movement.
I stared into the stillness, but there was no movement of Master's chest. I suppressed a deep cry, the effort ripping an important abdominal muscle. What matter? The fight was over. I do not remember falling asleep.
My handmade fire had gone dead and the cold had awakened me.
The second I was conscious, I whipped my head to where Poe had been sitting.
He had not moved.
frost upon his face.
The cold night was enough to kill a man.
with or without the poison.
I stood up.
suppressing tears.
I understood that now it was time to say goodbye. To leave.
to return to Wudan and tell the story of the Hyarushi clan's eradication at the cost of Po's life.
I picked a weapon for the long walk back. A sword. And as I admired it for strength, I noticed something in the reflection of the blade.
The frost on Poe's brow had begun to melt.
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At first I thought it was the action of a rising sun,
but all around,
The frost kept her grip.
- Water began to flow like sweat.
dripping down Poe's face.
I impulsively rushed to touch him to embrace and share my bodily warmth, but slowly and effectively he extended the same palm I knew well. And he spoke one word.
Stop.
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The cup of herbal tea I prepared the night before was still sitting in his other palm. It had frozen to ice in the night, but his body was now so hot the tea was melted and steaming hot. He lifted the cup and finished it in one gulp.
he ushered for me to come close.
I walked up, crying tears of joy, and sat down in front of him.
In a full voice, if a bit hushed, he asked, "Why is there blood on your shirt?"
Upon return to Wudang, he punished me severely.
such as the way of Udan.