When Tsubasa called him over Hiroshi rose slowly from the spot he was sitting in causing the water to return to normal.He then exited from the side his Captain was on and walked over next to him. He had feltl a little faint from the loss of strength from the river but after these days of training it was only a small hindrance that was worth it to overcome. He had noticed the group who was a bit far off but, didn't know what was to happen next. As the Captain removed his Haori Hiroshi picked it up and draped it over his arm. What he saw before his wasn't just his Captain approaching targets. Traitors who didn't deserve the breath that they took. It was more like he watched a predator approach his clueless and helpless prey.
In the next moment there was a moment of silence. Looking back at it he would later describe it as the calm before something would not only open his eyes to the nature of his Captain, but strike fear into his heart. He knew his Captain's decision towards his sword but what came next was something so vicious he had no way to explain it. This blood ridden aura that had a force of death like nothing he had seen before. Watching the men drop in their place they were not the only one effected. Feeling this immensely overwhelming aura of death he could not help, but feel overtaken by it. By the feeling of death itself. He knew what he must do. To counteract it he focused himself as he did in the river. He knew if he fought the aura he would lose so all he could do is embrace it and try to fully sort of cope with it. He fought through it not understanding how the Captain came about to having this aura or why, but as it dissipated there was a slight hamper in his breath.
Hirsohi realized that this is who Tsubasa was. Whom he had trained to become. This aura that surged through him was nothing, but the purest and most potent intent to kill that Hiroshi had ever felt. This is what Tsubasa had decided to become, and Hiroshi did not feel worse about him, but was just able to get a better idea of who he was.
As Tsubasa returned Hiroshi handed him his Haori and walked farther up closer to where Tsubasa was, but not all the way there as of yet and sat. He took one breath after the other. In a slow and near melodic pace at a rhythm that slowed the heart and calmed the spirit. This time the water was more fierce but after a few minutes it regressed in a slower moving and calm flow of water. He had to fully take in what had just happened while figuring out something for himself. He had believed he knew who he wanted to be, but what would the outcome be? How would he end up? What would he have to do to achieve what he so dearly fought for? All the questions calmly passed through his mind, and though he did not know all the answers one thing was for sure. His sword was one of protection. Hiroshi was not afraid of killing or shy to it in the least, but only when it was necessary would he. His sword was meant to protect. It was meant to stand between those who wished harm upon the ones he cared for. It wasn't guided by any sort of feeling of justice. It was driven by the single thought.
*My strength is not for me it is for those whom rely on me. I do not raise my sword for myself but for them*
With his mind now silent Tsubasa asked him a question. It definitely wasn't something he expected but never the less it was a valid question all and all. What is a the most important thing to a swordsman? It was something that someone could argue about for days and still maybe never get right. Some could argue their weapon. Others their resolve. Some even their personality. His focus shambled a small amount as he pondered what it was, but he took a hold of it once more and rung the question through his head being the only singular though in his head. He waited for a moment and reflected his days. Reflected upon what his Captain had been saying. Perfect control was the first. A balance, but only one part of it. The second was his focus. Another balance. He would have answered that if it was the only thing on his mind, but he could not get over what he had witnessed with Tsubasa. The fact that he possessed that did not bother him, but why he had to obtain it.. Then it finally hit him. Captain would not have become what he had for it not because of the journey which he had chosen. Each and every choice compounded by each and every result. Hiroshi then calmly opened his eyes making sure not to lose his focus and replied in a soft, but tangible voice saying
"The most important thing for a swordsman is the journey they put themselves on."
Hiroshi said this with no hesitation and he continued after a deep breath
"It is not just the skills they possess. Or the weapons they venture for. Those are accumulated through out their journey. It is the decisions that they make that form a swordsman. Whether they carve a journey riddled in blood. Or always choose the path of least resistance. The most important thing for a swordsman is the decisions that they make on the journey that they have chosen.
After Hiroshi finished his sentence he closed his eyes once more and put his full focus on not dying in that river as he waited for what Tsubasa's response would be. He didn't hesitate with one word, he spoke and he believed every word. There was no room "maybes" or "possibles" it was how it was.