[ you don't have to take this from the bitch who intentionally lived in a creepy endless depression castle with no windows, you know. ]
... Before she died, my concentration was the perfection of a sword art so powerful none could withstand it. I had mastered it for centuries before, as I served as her kagemusha. Its power had split Yashiori island in two, and slain the god Orobaxi. It slew the Thunderbird, as its power threatened to overwhelm Serai island. It served - serves - as a symbol of the Shogunate's supreme power over mortality. It is lightning incarnate, one strike to erase all threats.
It could not protect her in the end. I am perhaps imagining too much of myself in this moment, but is it possible that you feel some of this as well? That despite everything, there are some things you cannot protect. Cannot control.
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... Before she died, my concentration was the perfection of a sword art so powerful none could withstand it. I had mastered it for centuries before, as I served as her kagemusha. Its power had split Yashiori island in two, and slain the god Orobaxi. It slew the Thunderbird, as its power threatened to overwhelm Serai island. It served - serves - as a symbol of the Shogunate's supreme power over mortality. It is lightning incarnate, one strike to erase all threats.
It could not protect her in the end. I am perhaps imagining too much of myself in this moment, but is it possible that you feel some of this as well? That despite everything, there are some things you cannot protect. Cannot control.