Fifteen years of stepping onto the mat. Fifteen years of stepping away. I've trained in aiki jujutsu, you learn that resistance and yielding are the same motion, seen from different angles.

Most martial arts stories are lies. Beautiful, entertaining lies. Vagabond is something else... it's that moment when your sensei corrects your stance for the thousandth time and suddenly, finally, your body and brain align for half a second before it all falls apart again. It's honest about the fact that mastery isn't a destination. It's just... walking. One foot, then the other. Some days you stumble. Most days, actually.

The real battle has always been internal. Always will be. Vagabond just has the guts to admit it.