"The sword is made of iron, because of the hand and psychic, because of the heart, because of the blood and live, because of the non-thought and death, the art of the sword, lies in pranayama, holding the yuan and keeping one, so that the sword and the five spirits are one."

"Reciprocating cycles, endlessly, Edgeworth!"

The words fell, and the peachwood sword in his hand instantly rushed towards the room.

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