相手 looks at 自分's slash, like a rain drop, beautiful, but fleeting, a beauty that can only be observed for a single instant—yet it's not just a single rain drop, but 1000's, billions—trillions, each culminating into the Sword Dance of [Sword-Guided Starfall], each rain drop a condensed form of [Intent] from the mental world that sublimates into [Aura] before falling into the Physical Plane.