This is my sword.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My sword is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My sword, without me, is useless.
Without my sword, I am useless.
I must cut my sword with a force that comes from within.
I must think faster and smarter than my enemy who is trying to cut me down.
I must strike him before he strikes me. I will strike first.
My sword and myself know that what counts in a battle and in life it is not the number of times we rear back and swing, the noise of our battle cry, nor the beauty of perfectly performed technique.
We know that it is the