"Young Prince who practices the sword carry these words in every swing of the blade, 'The Sword is not deceptive, but the beauty of its way can become like a radiant light that blinds the eyes and veils the heart to the truth, for the way of the sword can be shaped to whatever we wish,"
"This Master knows of a million ways to swing the sword, but which one is truly correct, this Master dares not say for if this Master knew he would have become a Sovereign of the Sword, and if a Sovereign knew the correct way then they would be more than what is even a Sovereign,"
"If a Prince seeks order, then a Prince's way of the sword will be of order, if a Prince seeks freedom, then a Prince's way of the sword will be one that is free," as the Master spoke the blade of air in his hand faded returning back to the winds.
