Now, understanding has been reached. Yet, the conflicts between people remain unresolved.
Still unable to persuade the other, still unable to verify one's own views. The "exchange" must continue; only through the most fierce and intense expression can the will in one's heart be enacted—
"Take this!"
Qin Ming sheathed his long blade, leaving only the short knife in his hand. He held the knife with both hands, the stance straight, with movements as ordinary as a Zero Island samurai new to the dojo. Yet his gaze was focused, concentrated like a needle on the blade. Seeing his eyes would make one feel that this strike was invincible, that nothing could block his slash.
