The sword master spent years as an apprentice.
He spent a decade traveling the world, plying his deadly trade and learning all the things they don’t tell you in a training hall.
Once he had learned everything the world could teach him, he retreated to the high mountains, and spent another decade alone in meditation. He then announced that he had formulated his ultimate technique, and began taking on students.
He spent the rest of his life training others in the way of the sword.
He died of an infection from a paper cut he received while writing his memoirs.

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