A Honed Sword's Soul (Elyss/Fueen)

"Neither. It's not a question of skill or opponent. The answer lies in my conviction. This fight has too many solutions to choose from, and each one requires something of me that I'm not sure I can give."

Her eyes narrowed, her face a mixed mask of emotion, impossible to discern but easy to understand. She simply looks lost. Though, her head rose, her eyes clear as her body turned to face her teacher. That mask earlier had faded somewhat as an estrange conviction chiseled her face into a new mask.

"But, either way, once I finally begin my fight, maybe the answer will become clear to me... Or maybe I'll die before then."

"Maybe that conviction is death. When conviction and conviction collide, there exists no such thing as an immovable object vs an unstoppable force. One will win, and one will be crushed. Isn't that why people search for ways to avoid that fight? They use tricks and new moves, specific counters and tools."

She shrugged her shoulders, her expression wavering as she huffed and laid back into the grass. Her eyes stuck on the lazy clouds above, she found herself wishing to float away with them. If she was just a lazy cloud, life would be so much easier.

"But, all of this is just talk. Whether I'm ready or not, I know this is something I'll be doing alone without tricks. That means I have to become either that unstoppable force or that immovable wall."