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"Speed and sharpness are the illusions of youth," Juro said softly, lowering the wooden blade. "The Kidachi represents the spirit of the warrior—strong, flexible, and capable of ending a conflict without shedding blood. A master does not seek to take life, but to master himself."

Insulted and blinded by pride, Daisuke drew his steel sword. It hissed through the air, catching the last rays of the setting sun. "Speed and sharpness are the illusions of youth,"

In the heart of the mist-shrouded mountains of Dewa Province, there lived an aging swordmaster named Master Juro. In his youth, Juro had been a legendary samurai, serving his lord with a blade forged by the finest steel smiths. But as the decades passed and peace settled over the land, Juro retired to a quiet life. He put away his razor-sharp steel tachi and picked up a Kidachi —a long sword meticulously carved from the heartwood of an ancient mountain oak. It hissed through the air, catching the last

"If you die by a wooden toy, do not blame me!" Daisuke shouted, lunging forward with a devastating overhead strike. But as the decades passed and peace settled

"I have traveled across three provinces to find the great Master Juro," Daisuke announced, his hand resting on his hilt. "But all I find is an old man waving a wooden stick. Show me your true blade and face me in a duel!"

To any passing traveler, Juro looked like an old fool practicing with a child's toy. Yet, he treated his wooden blade with the same reverence he once gave his steel weapons.