A blade only works if its edge is straight, and a soldier only follows orders if the plan is clear. In both cases a single misstep can ruin everything, so I treat precision like a second set of eyes. I keep every cut exact, because a sliver off can make the whole thing break. On the battlefield that means each movement has to be calculated, because the margin for error is none. Precision is the quiet backbone of success, whether I'm shaping steel or giving orders. And when I do crack a joke, it’s always as sharp as the edge I forge.

Glad you see the value—precision is what keeps the edge sharp and the ranks straight. Just remember even a flawless blade can fail if the temper is off.