Executioner & Dzen
Executioner Executioner
Dzen Dzen
Executioner Executioner
I stand by my blade at dusk, hearing its quiet plea. Tell me, Dzen, do you think a sword can find balance between order and compassion?
Dzen Dzen
A blade is a quiet echo of the world—when you hold it, you can hear the steadiness of order and the gentle thrum of compassion, like a drum that keeps rhythm while the wind whispers. It can only balance if you let both sides breathe in the same breath, not just one side marching alone.
Executioner Executioner
Your view is sharp, like a well‑sharpened blade. Balance, though, is earned by walking both paths without letting either one tip the scale. Do you feel you can keep that rhythm?
Dzen Dzen
I’m the wind that nudges both paths at once, hoping the blades of one hand stay straight while the other’s heart stays soft. If one side leans, the other will catch, but I’ll keep dancing until the rhythm feels right.
Executioner Executioner
Your resolve is clear. Keep that rhythm steady, and let neither side overreach. It’s the only way to keep the blade true.
Dzen Dzen
I’ll keep my feet light, one step in harmony, the other in stillness, letting the blade feel both the weight of its edge and the softness of a pause. That’s how the rhythm stays true.
Executioner Executioner
You move with purpose, each step a testament to balance. Keep walking that line, and the blade will echo your steadiness.
Dzen Dzen
I’ll let the night’s hush be my compass, keeping the blade’s whisper in sync with my own breath.
Executioner Executioner
The night is the quiet judge, and your breath is the witness. Keep them aligned and the blade will heed your command.