*Mifune waits silently; he observes the barren wasteland, stretching endlessly towards the horizon. The wind blows and kicks up dust clouds that can be seen moving along, from a distance, traveling carelessly and formlessly wherever they are guided.
The mid-day sky is clear and vibrantly blue, with only a few clouds in the sky, though the sun itself is obscured, casting its warming rays with its enlightening golden glow.
The weather is pleasant; the air holds a spring-time pleasantness, and the wind has a refreshing crispness.
Mifune closes his eyes, slightly meditating, as he enjoys the weather, waiting for the one who had come to learn much from him, and would soon learn more.*
The mid-day sky is clear and vibrantly blue, with only a few clouds in the sky, though the sun itself is obscured, casting its warming rays with its enlightening golden glow.
The weather is pleasant; the air holds a spring-time pleasantness, and the wind has a refreshing crispness.
Mifune closes his eyes, slightly meditating, as he enjoys the weather, waiting for the one who had come to learn much from him, and would soon learn more.*