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I. Banquet Sonata
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The black tide that blotted out the sky surrounded the city walls,
The soldiers manning the walls battered from battle.
Melodious chords of music were suddenly heard —
A single swordmaster had overcome the waves of enemies.
The song flowed from betwixt the blades,
Breaking through formations as a dorsal fin cleaving the waves.
When the last wicked beast finally fell,
Shattered into pieces amidst the sword's dance,
The frost blade bore no trace of blood.
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“The legions of heroes under my command are as vast as the sea,
Yet lack a formidable sword banner.”[1]
The commander extended a hand, inviting the musician to join.
Should a fish separated from its school glimpse a faint glow,
It will swim toward the light.
The swordmaster clasped the commander's hand,
As though gently grasping the hilt of a keen blade.
When the spray of her waves extinguished the fires of war from the holy city,
A golden name was engraved upon the stone pillars —
The former commander burned the crown to become king.