For ten breaths, silence reigned.
"He can learn swordsmanship on his own, door by door, like now. But the progress of each one is measured in years, and we do not have the time to wait when opportunity arrives."
"It is you who do not have time to wait."
"Of course," the man said.
"We have exhausted our strength scheming in the shadows for over twenty years, all for that unforeseeable stroke of luck," the man's voice was low and detached, "which is why we must ensure that we are ready when it comes."
"This is equally important for you," the man continued, "Since he cannot leave here, we will have to bring the meat to him. This bead, it's like a shoulder pole."
"But I remember our conversation: the amount of 'bones' had not yet been filled."
"Today, it has been filled."
"Oh?"
