KML – Chapter Five
The fish guts curled like a strange ribbon—second prize in a bizarre cooking contest.
乙
On: オツ ・ Kun: —
One spark in the crowd, and order twisted into a riot.
乙 + 乚
On: ラン ・ Kun: みだ-れる、みだ-す
He spoke straightaway, no lies, like a ruler drawn across truth.
十 + 目
On: チョク、ジキ ・ Kun: ただ-ちに、なお-す、なお-る
Each tool is an ingredient. Together, they build something more.
目 + 一
On: グ ・ Kun: そな-える、つぶさ-に
In the stillness of the mirror, I saw the true version of myself.
十 + 具
On: シン ・ Kun: ま
With only three lines, the shape of a tool appears—simple, yet the foundation of all craft.
工
On: コウ、ク ・ Kun: —
The hand works with a tool—on the left side, the heart of creativity beats.
工 + ヒ
On: サ ・ Kun: ひだり
The hand gives words—on the right, reason and speech take shape.
口 + ユウ
On: ウ、ユウ ・ Kun: みぎ
He has a hand over the moon—possessing both time and power.
月 + 又
On: ユウ、ウ ・ Kun: あ-る
Money flows where hands have power—bribes hide behind meals and meetings.
貝 + 有
On: ワイ ・ Kun: まかな-う
From distant lands, people carry money as tribute—not to buy, but to honor.
工 + 貝
On: コウ、ク ・ Kun: みつ-ぐ
The neck bows slightly—each paragraph a gentle nod in a long conversation.
頁 + 工
On: コウ ・ Kun: —
A single stroke, sharp and clean—the sword that divides peace from chaos.
刀
On: トウ ・ Kun: かたな
The blade glints where blood once fell—a reminder of the edge we walk.
刀 + 丶
On: ジン、ニン ・ Kun: は
To move forward, we must cut ties—sharp decisions that shape our path.
七 + 刀
On: セツ、サイ ・ Kun: き-る、き-れる
A soft voice calls you in—not with force, but with longing. You are summoned.
刀 + 口
On: ショウ ・ Kun: め-す
The sun speaks clearly—shining words that chase away every shadow.
日 + 召
On: ショウ ・ Kun: —
A blade drawn under the sun becomes law—bright, but unforgiving.
貝 + 刀
On: ソク ・ Kun: のっと-る
Beside the blade stands another—less sharp, but essential. The second in command.
畐 + 刀
On: フク ・ Kun: —
The sword cuts not out of hate, but to separate paths gently.
刂 + 另
On: ベツ ・ Kun: わか-れる
At the crossroads of precision, one line makes a street—and every step counts.
丁
On: チョウ、テイ ・ Kun: —
A nail holds down the rice field—what was farmland becomes a town.
田 + 丁
On: チョウ ・ Kun: まち
The mouth opens with confidence—‘Yes, it is possible,’ it says.
口 + 丁
On: カ ・ Kun: —
To place something on the head is to honor it—to reach the summit of respect.
丁 + 頁
On: チョウ ・ Kun: いただ-く、いただき
