Qasiru - student by day, samurai by night

"Qasiru"
When the sensei takes your name, you respond. Qasiru knew this as an instinct, it wasn't just discipline. But today, the sensei's voice seemed to echo from the Blue Mountains of Kanchengunga, the way it seemed so distant and obscure.
"Present"
Satisfied with the response, the sensei seemed to retreat back into the cloudy mists of the Blue Mountains. Qasiru drew back into the meditative realm of her mind.

If she focused hard, she saw her mother's face. Lost in the swirling typhoons of time, her mother remained just a memory, a blurry memory that had no before or after. It had no shape nor form, just a veil of mist through which she could see her mother's face looking at her. Walin said she could come back to her, through meditation and then a series of exercises using just the initial memory of her face. It would be better if Qasiru wasnt well rested, for the unconscious would merge into the conscious and create a visual clip that non-believers called 'hallucinations'.

Walin believed that hallucinations were true. Whether Qasiru could believe in it as well remained to be seen.

Samurais fought for the greater cause. Could her search for her mother be a greater cause than bringing Japan's history back? Or was it getting a bit blurry too, the distinction between professional and personal?