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名前: [Swordsman No. 413]
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Ineffable:: 自分 cannot be described nor seen
Imperceptible:: 自分 transcends any system of perception
Formless:: 自分 transcends space & form
Indescribable:: 自分 cannot be described by any language
Beyond Intellect: 自分's more of an impression of intellect
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His blade did not swing, nor thrust, nor cut—yet the air recoiled as if gasping at an affront to its own continuity He advanced w/o advancing, receding into angles that couldn't exist, each step collapsing & shattering distance in a way that mocked geometry He was a paragon of motion, his blade a collection of trajectories of intent coalesced into a sharpness that could cut any principle/concept