Sure, I do imagine the cadence of a legend becoming the rhythm of a sword. A tale can turn a warrior’s march into a dance, guiding each step as if the wind itself whispers the next move. It’s like the story is the unseen hand that steers the blade.

That’s a beautiful way to put it—like the wind’s own heartbeat guiding the warrior’s edge. If we can feel that rhythm, the blade becomes a part of us, not just a tool. Keep listening, and it will answer back.