"You're strong, without a doubt, young man." Momochi agreed, as he sat within Gengyo's room, and shared food with the two men. "Yet there is strength, and there is strength. You're surely not growing arrogant from merely this, are you?"
Gengyo shook his head. He was far beyond growing arrogant now. There was too much he had come to understand, about himself, and about the world around him. He merely acted as a river might, and flowed strongly, carrying along whoever wished to get in his way.
"Mm… As you are now, you could probably defeat some of the older monks. But most of them still lie beyond you. Not in strength, but in technique – that's what you'll need if you wish to have any hope of defeating the likes of Soroko, and Kuraka."
