[ Don't use him as a measurement, this is the work of a freak and a cheater and a fake swordsman. No one can do it quite like him, because nobody else is using his vessel as a crutch. ]

Real mastery is what tips a swordsman over from just a practitioner of battle to... you know. An artist? I met this vagabond once who had it, even though she was rowdy as hell, and seeing her fight was like watching a flower dance in the wind.

[ And how she went out in the end, with that peerless strike that cut through the void of space... Swordmasters can go their whole lives without ever knowing such a strike exists. He wonders if she found what she sought, in the end.

Muramasa glances up the hallway, at the other Outsiders emerging from their safe alcoves and peering down at the destruction, before giving a wave to indicate that everything is fine despite the explosion. ]

... I actually think that kid Kuzunoha might get there one day, if he ever learns to take his time and appreciate stillness.

[ Because goddamn, does that kid run himself ragged. And that's coming from a workaholic. ]