Kensei awoke that morning knowing what most of his day would hold. Studying. Always studying something and never just reading for fun. How he longed to just sit down and enjoy reading something new. Yet, despite the fact he lived in a library, there was nothing new for him do read in it. So he just studied the same old books and scrolls. His grandfather would sit with him and helped him to understand what he was reading if Kensei couldn't work it out on his own. Which he usually could. After hours studying these same old books his grandfather looked up to him and said "Kensei, why don't you go out and play for awhile? Get some fresh air."
So out Kensei went, but not to play. No, he had something else in mind. And that's how he came to be here, in the Bibliotheca Conscientiae. The largest collection of books and scrolls in the village. He ran from aisle to aisle looking at all of it. His mind raced with what to read first. After all, he figured he had time to read one or two of them before he had to be back. So as he raced to find one, he came upon the medical section. They didn't have very many medical books at their library. So he stood there for a moment, trying to decide on one to read. He decided on a book about the nervous system, and plopped down and started to read.
So out Kensei went, but not to play. No, he had something else in mind. And that's how he came to be here, in the Bibliotheca Conscientiae. The largest collection of books and scrolls in the village. He ran from aisle to aisle looking at all of it. His mind raced with what to read first. After all, he figured he had time to read one or two of them before he had to be back. So as he raced to find one, he came upon the medical section. They didn't have very many medical books at their library. So he stood there for a moment, trying to decide on one to read. He decided on a book about the nervous system, and plopped down and started to read.