I was handed a blade during the night the wind howled.
"That, is a pure blade. The gleaming, beautiful azure you see is the proof. The blade hasn't tasted blood yet it has a terrible thirst to be quenched", the dark one said.
"It needn't to be fed with blood. There are alternatives to satisfy its insatiable... Thirst", said the wise one.
"You two and your blasted beliefs. For all I know you can damn all those and just act freely without fear of opposing your own conscience", said the playful one.
"Try it. Swing it. Listen to the wind, the rustling of the leaves, the snapping of the branches, and moreover, the sound of your own heart-beat. They will tell you how to wield the blade in such a graceful way", said the one with the wisdom.
I unsheathed the blade and let the azure light cut across the dark surroundings.
The voices were not to be heard anymore.
So I closed my eyes and cut them down.
Away from my mind.
Get out of my mind, I shouted to the voices.
Leftovers of foolish mentors that were more businessmen than swordsmen. All were relics of the ancient wars.
The body will learn on its own, that was what my heart told me.
So I cut down anything that obscure my path.
The path that would grant me invincibility.
To be invincible.
Invincible under the Sun.
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