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.
Sarda
The blade listens as much as I do, so when the beat is steady it finds its own path and tells me where to go next. Just keep following it, and you’ll never lose your way.
Dekar
When the blade speaks, it is the wind that carries your thoughts, so you just step with it and the road opens before you.
Sarda
You’re right, when the blade sings, I move with the wind and the path clears itself before me.
Dekar
When the blade sings, the wind carries you straight to the next lesson.
Sarda
I listen to the song, let the wind guide me, and the lesson comes with every breath.