For a moment, there was silence. Nothing but the wind and steady, effortless breathing. After this moment, however, Murasakibara responded to her question.
"The fact that you are feeling nothing means you're doing it right. Breathing is simple, it's easy. If you have to try just to breathe then how will you ever amount to anything? It is good that you can do it so easily, there are some who struggle merely to survive in even the simplest of ways."
Arid's mind skipped a beat, hesitating to process what he had set her up for. This simple task, breathing, was a life lesson in and of itself. Now open again, her eyes widened in realization. Murasakibara, on the other hand, had opened an eye himself. A tinge of interest clung to his tone, causing the brunette to question if she had heard him properly. Was he enjoying himself? At the very least, was he less bored than before?
"Remember how easy this was, make everything in life as easy. Compassion, thoughtfulness, letting go, all things should come as easy as breathing. That is what it means to truly be talented." he continued. Arid nodded in agreement, beginning to fully understand what he had been getting at. Once more she closed her eyes, rhythmically breathing as she had been doing before.
The silence did not return to them for long, as it seemed her elongated friend had enough of the impromptu meditation.
"So Ponchin, this is what my park consists of. Reflection and understanding, at least an attempt to do so. It's not exciting like I said. It's one of the reasons I chose to be a shinobi. I thought it would be more interesting than breathing."For a split second, the monk's demeanor seemed to perk up. Maybe he was actually enjoying himself, after all? Arid did not know him for long, but she gathered that this perhaps was a very rare occurrence. "What of you and your park? I've told my philosophies, what are yours?"
Arid's amber irises revealed themselves once more, and her eyelids narrowed in thought. "My philosophies..." she pondered aloud, collecting her thoughts in real-time. As fate would have it, in the act of thinking, she ended up returning back to the meditative state she had been confused of just a minute or so ago. The next few moments were spent asking herself the same question, in a moment of self-reflection.
Slowly, her eyes opened. "I... think my philosophy is... to always be the best I can be?" the girl dragged out. Like a dependent clause, this thought needed elaboration, and Arid knew this. "--I believe that I need to always be the best me. Whether in combat, or in confidence, or simply being the best I can to myself, I have to accomplish this." she continued.
Thinking back to what Murasakibara had just told her, though, she decided she was still not done. In a way, she was forming her philosophy as she spoke, more-so thinking aloud than presenting a full thought. "Though, I think you're right. That should be second nature, like breathing. I think my goal should be to reach a state in which I can effortlessly be in peak performance. I don't believe I should settle for anything less."
Finished, Arid looked to Murasakibara for approval.
"He sat a few seats down from what looked like a living poncho"