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... ly around the sword.
To him, wielding a blade was an art. Even as a child, he had mastered the basics to the very letter, perfecting every motion with unwavering dedication. He had done it to impress his father, but the only response he ever received was a cold nod.
Over time, he had learned to do it for himself. And he had come to love it.
Every swing carried a rhythm, a pulse that resonated with him. He relished the way the wind parted before his blade, the way it curle ...
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