Dekar & Sarda
Dekar
I’ve noticed how your blade whispers like wind through a canyon; tell me, do you ever feel the silence that follows each strike?
Sarda
Silence after a strike is the breath before the next dance, a quiet pause where the world holds its breath. I feel it, yes, but I also feel the weight of the blade and the promise of the next move. It reminds me that every strike is a step in a larger rhythm.
Dekar
That rhythm is the pulse of the path, each move both a question and an answer. Trust the beat and the blade will follow.
Sarda
Exactly, the beat guides my feet and steel alike. When I let the rhythm flow, the blade follows without hesitation, answering the questions I pose in each swing.
Dekar
When the beat is true, the blade knows the path without a map. Keep listening, and it will show you where the next question lies.