Translation
Die Strohhutbande als Kinder
expression. Zorro looked at her inquiringly. "Kuina is ... she is ..." one of the boys began. Zorro saw tears in his eyes. "Kuina is ... dead.", Another finished the sentence. Zorro couldn't believe his ears. > Kuina cannot be dead. Not Kuina. Not after a promise. <, shot through Zorro's head. From the boys he learned that Kuina had fallen down the stairs at the blacksmith's and broke her neck in the process.
In the evening, Kuina was to be buried. Zorro was there as Kuina's best friend. He couldn't cry and he couldn't believe she was dead now. He didn't want to believe it. He would never fight Kuina again. He would never lose to her again.
After the funeral, Koshiro sat in the dojo and his thoughts were with Kuina. Zorro sat down behind his master and asked: “Master Koshiro would you give me the sword from Kuina?” Most of them thought for a moment and then said: “Yes, I will leave the Wado-Ichi-Monji to them.Kuina would have wanted you to get it. "" Thank you master. "Tears formed in Zorro's eyes and Zorro couldn't echo them back. He howled and said," I'll be strong for two. I will become number one in the world so that my fame will shine up to her in the sky. "" To do that you have to train very hard. ", laughed Master Koshiro. He knew that Zorro would one day make it.
The days passed and Zorro continued to train hard to keep his promise. The tournaments and the training fights that took place caught Zorro boring. He won every fight. Zorro had already asked Master Koshiro if he would compete against him, but the master refused.
The training that Zorro completed, he tried to persist, but stupidly he didn't know how.
One day Zorro ran excitedly to his master. There were scratches on his face from hard training. Zorro wanted to learn everything about the art of swords and therefore asked: "Master is it true that there are swordsmen who can cut iron?" "Yes, there are swordsmen who can cut iron, but that is no art." "What do you mean by that?" " A sword art that only destroys is no art. The highest sword art is that which can both preserve and destroy. "Zorro looked perplexed. And the master got up. "Look closely Zorro. Do you see this sheet of paper." Zorro nodded and the master threw the sheet into the air. When the leaf fell slowly, the master struck with the sword. The sheet remained whole. "That was nothing.", Zorro waved him off. "That was probably something. That was the fine art of preserving and destroying. If the leaf had been human, it would have been very badly injured." "But he would not have had any wounds." "But the injuries would have been internal Damage. "Zorro understood and tried it, but it didn't work for him. "You just have to practice more and think of the souls." With these words the master left his student alone. Zorro tried until late in the evening, but never succeeded.
Days passed and days became weeks. The weeks turned into months and Zorro just got better. The months turned into years. After 10 years, Zorro's training was over and the master dismissed Zorro. Zorro thanked him for the long time in which he smelled living there and in which he was trained by him. Zorro had learned a lot in these 10 years. He set out to keep his promise.
In the evening, Kuina was to be buried. Zorro was there as Kuina's best friend. He couldn't cry and he couldn't believe she was dead now. He didn't want to believe it. He would never fight Kuina again. He would never lose to her again.
After the funeral, Koshiro sat in the dojo and his thoughts were with Kuina. Zorro sat down behind his master and asked: “Master Koshiro would you give me the sword from Kuina?” Most of them thought for a moment and then said: “Yes, I will leave the Wado-Ichi-Monji to them.Kuina would have wanted you to get it. "" Thank you master. "Tears formed in Zorro's eyes and Zorro couldn't echo them back. He howled and said," I'll be strong for two. I will become number one in the world so that my fame will shine up to her in the sky. "" To do that you have to train very hard. ", laughed Master Koshiro. He knew that Zorro would one day make it.
The days passed and Zorro continued to train hard to keep his promise. The tournaments and the training fights that took place caught Zorro boring. He won every fight. Zorro had already asked Master Koshiro if he would compete against him, but the master refused.
The training that Zorro completed, he tried to persist, but stupidly he didn't know how.
One day Zorro ran excitedly to his master. There were scratches on his face from hard training. Zorro wanted to learn everything about the art of swords and therefore asked: "Master is it true that there are swordsmen who can cut iron?" "Yes, there are swordsmen who can cut iron, but that is no art." "What do you mean by that?" " A sword art that only destroys is no art. The highest sword art is that which can both preserve and destroy. "Zorro looked perplexed. And the master got up. "Look closely Zorro. Do you see this sheet of paper." Zorro nodded and the master threw the sheet into the air. When the leaf fell slowly, the master struck with the sword. The sheet remained whole. "That was nothing.", Zorro waved him off. "That was probably something. That was the fine art of preserving and destroying. If the leaf had been human, it would have been very badly injured." "But he would not have had any wounds." "But the injuries would have been internal Damage. "Zorro understood and tried it, but it didn't work for him. "You just have to practice more and think of the souls." With these words the master left his student alone. Zorro tried until late in the evening, but never succeeded.
Days passed and days became weeks. The weeks turned into months and Zorro just got better. The months turned into years. After 10 years, Zorro's training was over and the master dismissed Zorro. Zorro thanked him for the long time in which he smelled living there and in which he was trained by him. Zorro had learned a lot in these 10 years. He set out to keep his promise.