Within the snowy Plains of the coldest climate, ever felt stands two opposing swords pointed at each side. Wielded by two profound genius that we're acknowledging their opponent's mastery within the blade. One of them believes the principle of the sword that bears the wielder's emotions enhances its power altogether. While the other beliefs in the art of stillness and formless slash with not a single bit of her emotions to be poured within the blade that she honed until she trusted her life within the power that manifested within her work
"What's wrong... Is that all you got? Don't forget that once you've come across a Lander you should know pretty well what that applies. Now tell me how much you've grown over these years of my absence," In front of her was the same unique sword style that she hoped to topple when she first laid her eyes on its power. A blade that succumbed to the emotions of its wielder, had a gentle feeling within every slash created
