Silence.

Breath.

Focus.

Power comes from calmness. From inaction, action is born. More quiet the inaction, the more powerful the action. Balance is found in extremes.

Feel your body. It's free in its inaction. The cold blade in your hand is just another limb, part of your body. Extension of your will.

A leaf is falling from the tree. It's impossible to predict the movement of a falling leaf. Don't try to predict the leaf. Don't try to chase the leaf. Fall with it. Become the leaf.

CUT!

Only one movement, faster than the wind. The leaf became two, split in half. Both keep falling, hardly disturbed. It was not your blade splitting them, it was your mind. It was not the leaf which was cut in half, it was you.

Zayden opened his eyes. A thin stream of blood runs from his nose.

Almost perfect. Never perfect. Perfection is goal that changes. Chase it but never hope to catch it.

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