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Book 1. Chapter 1: Part 2 The Tide of Tydius Flow 1.
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Focused like his soul only sees, feels, body-mind-relives, flow, motion, emotion-of-instinct, ocean-of-truth!..
The-Waking-Master waits! Before storm breaks! Shadows circling Ohβso-slightly ever closer.. Two swords, two actions, a deadly dice in the act! THENβshadow steps in with his right foot, an outside to inside doubleβhorizontal strike towards his left shoulder and chest! The-Waking-Master, stakes on the last moment, ready to react, left steps back, left hand off hilt close to right shoulder, right hand holding hilt close to left shoulder. The-Waking-Master leaned just enough, at the last momentβto dodge the strike. The enemy's swords just grazing the skin of his left shoulder, cold blade tip thin! The-Waking-Master does not wait! He fires his counter, arms flying like a breaststroke in water, his sword free-flight from left to right as his right foot stepped forwardβsmooth-mirror of slaughter. The enemy blocks with both blades vertical, waist height to the side! SWORD CLASH, VIBRATIONS SING! CRUSHED DEFENSEβTWO SWORDS AIR BORNβIN HAND AWAY FROM ENEMY'S BODY! Cutting the shadow enemy's right shoulder! A masterfully executed swing. Injury chainedβadvantage gained. POUND-vibrations throughout The-Waking-Master's right-hand, from a LOUD-thunder clap, yet right grip holds-GRAND! But he does not celebrate. The Smoke and Shadows crouched to reset, because in battle it's all a solid oak fate skill bet.
Enemy plays sharkβwhile Master plays planet. Trained-warrior-featureβNature of habit!..
The-Waking-Master, stance. Already reset with the shadow, focus deepens.. Towards the enemy? NO! The meditation! To-nothing! To-everything! To-Anything!. Just-being...
The enemy in desperate vapors... A sudden moment like a flash, without shock, the enemy attacks, slash after slash, no will to move back. The-Waking-Master blocking all attacks, angles to block two swords at once. 1 VS 2 swords? slidingβtiming, technique, in-tons, NOT-A-RUN! The-Waking-Master waited for the perfect moment. The shadow's gave a diagonal left sword swing, his right sword lagged from shoulder slash. The-Waking-Master parries the left sword swing, left foot steppingβbody stood-bladed turning-blockβflows to a direct stab in the shadow's left shoulder. Like a river flowing forward. The enemy stopped, screamed, a hole from the mountain sword in smoke-flesh. All at once, sword grip-twist-pull-rimmed, The-Waking-Master recover-hips-stance-limbed ready in dream.
The enemy attacking while smoke body trailing, ragingβfearing, the self made a self to reflect the past, fears crawling, darkness in tears! The shadow gave a diagonal downward hard swingβwith his left sword backed by bodyweight, The-Waking-Master blocks hilt by heart, adjusted arms braced, staggered strong wide stance, wholeβbreaths held past fearsβwhaling impacts, his knees stood, or disappear. YET! Justβbeing heldββintact! Past fear.. Aggression, pain, weakness, all same language!. But he knew..
YET!. Shadow's rage grew!
The-Waking-Master parries a diagonal downwards slash, from shadow's left sword, mountain sword his friend end to end, bladed pointed down, from left shoulder to behind his back, blade flying over shoulderβfast enough to CRASH! a downward strike, gifts from the mountain sword, spark strikesβvapor bends. Enemy injuries lagging arms behind, as he blocks in fear of moving back. Coming.. True..
The-Waking-Master shifting steps, pressing the attackβmoving forward, he gave a powerful, horizontal outside left to right slashβwhen the shadow's guard was down. Shadow started a right sword diagonal slash too slow! Can't pull back! So the shadow set a block, for the oncoming strike's track, left sword held verticallyβat waist hight, by its right shoulder, Shadow pulled his body and left foot back last moment, the Master's slash knocked the enemy's left sword out of hand, Shadow slightly turned, right arm tornβdeepβpast steel slashingβechoes clashing war sounds! Like thunder crackingβaway shadow awarenessβbefore lightning strikes. Then a second follow-up strikeβ2 strikes one blade motion, from left-to-arm-slash-to behind his backβflying-over his right shoulder, with a right step forward, a crunching right-diagonal-downward FINAL-STRIKE! Shadow's left foot braced backβpushing forward from arm-slash turn, inviting a straight stab to The-Waking-Master's gut at the same time...
Shadow sliced in halfβlightning flash, strike's over shadow's. 2 swords like the shadowβto vapors. Shadow's.. Steam.. esteem.. To ash!.. The-Waking-Master held the ending dance stance... OhβSpirit of strike, key. Now see. Mind-fast, light-confined. Time-deceleration... In-the-momentβ¦ smoke rising past his face, mouth, nose.. Time slowed and steady. feeling the motionβlast stance, holding the step. Sword still down... he inhaled the smokeβ¦ dream-lived dance. One-to-oneβ¦ peace-to-piecesβ¦ whole-in-holeβ¦ The smoke came.. Already was. Home.!
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He wakes up from the meditation. The-Waking-Master was a storm, breaking into song, all along. The-Waking-Master sighs, leans forward, then back, then said = "Focused meditation lacks innovation... It's unintuitive, {He slowly sighs, as his head rolls down.} Well... It's hard. To pushβ{His Head rose half way.}βpast mastery. {He looks around the room.. A slight smirk given} Isn't that right Johnson. {Low quiet voice.}. After all..." He sighs, closed and opened his eyes, then thought to himself = "what does not succeed needs seeds." A shaking smile held. Eyes on dusty futon, for a momentβthen, flickering forward. Glanceβout-of-trance, inside sight-lands. From a-slight shake to-the-right. The-Waking-Master = "Isn't that right, Rando."
The-Waking-Master took a deep breath, relaxed. Deep mental repetition.. Sword training meditation!.. Again. The soul is the engine combustion, intertwined mind, hand, world, enemy, nothing to anything, everything in a circle. Imagine in perfection, and passion in reflection, refine war and war, from art. Release, motion, breath, self-deceased, beyond-freeze, Reborn-at-ease!
In willed dreams, lost glistening scenes. The-Waking-Master, A-Shaking-Storm. Just a man. Morning will-wakesβto be born.
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