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“Though I’m a swordsman- I do not possess its skills. Rather I don’t use it. See, my fighting style lays within martial arts. And martial arts only. The skill of the swordsman, the knight is the same to me as a dying hare struggling in the...fangs of a snake. See, a blade and its styles are irrelevant to me, I have mastered them eons ago. My passion lies in my fist, I lie. My my my, my beligerent child, how could you say that I am not a swordsman? You mistake me my dear. I am swordsman because I carry a blade. One of which you cannot see. Watch me scrape the ground, see those sparks? see those leaves cut in pieces. I am no psychic I am no...weaver. It’s simple, deadly simple, my blade’s transparent, invisible, unknown. Which is why I can decieve you whenever I want. Can you say the same? As I clutch it between maybe a finger or my leg. Or maybe it’s sheathed on my hip. Each of which you will never know, as I stance in the choreography of the primal Caduceus. My logo is the cross, the blade of the urumqi. my name means decapitation, tribune, whiteness. Another word for my fists, my finger, my swordsmanship of blades. Oh, or did I say blades? Hah! Not for a shed of an eye! my paws are balled in a fist, or they might be speared, I spar you as I’d do in the arts of the fist, the hind the tail. My choreography lays in the swivel and perfect angles of the paw and the challenge of pure draconian strength. Not the...silver sparks of metal against...metal. Oh stupid shit.~challenge me with your blade. I don’t think you can win, divine or mortal, neither can. cause my blade’s my shield, my fists are my blades. But my mouth...oh my mouth will disarm you. I am the style of the Caduceus, the Gemini, the Canines. All of which you never mastered. How I cut is irrelevant. It is entirely irrelevant to you, because, see, as I speak, blood is flowing down your neck. You ask me why but you haven’t realized, you fool! My blade’s round your neck! Urumqi, you may thank me for your decapitation. Curved blade, fanglike fist, all of which you cannot determine, nor see. pompous poppyfuck

-Vite The General of Transparent Blades, Leuaseia (chronicle 4)