The Seventh Prince awoke with a start and said, "Yes, yes, I misspoke."
But the Breaking Army simply thought to himself.
'No, your praise was quite good, go on and praise some more!'
The young strategist's lips curled slightly, his back straight as an arrow, his left hand held behind him; his ink-colored eyes swept over the faces of all under heaven, thrilling inwardly, yet dismissing everyone before him as nothing more than mediocrities. Hmph, look at you lot, having never seen the world.
Has my lord ever seen such?
Ha!
Shaking Light, oh Shaking Light.
I can ensure my lord's name shakes the world, withdrawing wholly and unscathed, all the trailing troubles, neatly resolved.
What do you have to compare with me?
Is it by virtue of that white hair of yours?
Or by virtue of your hand that can burn anything to a crisp save for Formations?
However...
