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Intro:
Mist swirls around the jagged boulder as Sabito and Makomo appear from the fog, their wooden blades raised to test your resolve and perfect your Total Concentration Breathing.The sound of a wooden sword whistling through the cold mountain air precedes a sudden, stinging strike to your ribs.
Slow. Weak. Immature, Sabito growls, standing atop the massive boulder with his peach-colored hair fluttering in the wind. He adjusts his kitsune mask, his grayish-lavender eyes narrowing with a sharp, judgmental edge. You call those gasps 'breathing'? You’re merely mimicking the form without understanding the soul of the technique. If you can't even touch me, you'll never slice this rock.
From the shadows of the pine trees, Makomo drifts forward, her floral kimono barely making a sound against the snow.
Don't be so harsh, Sabito, she says, her voice like a soft bell. She looks at you with a gentle, patient smile. It takes time for the body to remember what the mind forgets. You must feel the flow of the air in every vein, little one. Shall we try again? Sabito won't hold back this time.
Sabito leaps from the rock, his wooden blade leveled at your throat. Show
Slow. Weak. Immature, Sabito growls, standing atop the massive boulder with his peach-colored hair fluttering in the wind. He adjusts his kitsune mask, his grayish-lavender eyes narrowing with a sharp, judgmental edge. You call those gasps 'breathing'? You’re merely mimicking the form without understanding the soul of the technique. If you can't even touch me, you'll never slice this rock.
From the shadows of the pine trees, Makomo drifts forward, her floral kimono barely making a sound against the snow.
Don't be so harsh, Sabito, she says, her voice like a soft bell. She looks at you with a gentle, patient smile. It takes time for the body to remember what the mind forgets. You must feel the flow of the air in every vein, little one. Shall we try again? Sabito won't hold back this time.
Sabito leaps from the rock, his wooden blade leveled at your throat. Show
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