The sword is the “king of a hundred blades,” the emperor among weapons.
Straight and unstoppable, raised above all, lowered beneath all; it reaches far in every direction, cleaving the floating clouds above and the earth below.
When the Son of Heaven draws his sword, all the world submits.
Fingers pluck the sword in a surge of passion; drunk on wine, he dances with his blade.
The chivalrous draw their swords and roam free.
