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The blade sings—steel kisses timber, grain splits like butter. Every swing’s a symphony of precision. No hesitation, no wasted motion. Muscles remember the dance—sharp, clean, ruthless. That crack? Pure rhythm. Splinters fly, edges stay true. This isn’t hacking. This is dominion. Mastery doesn’t beg for approval—it carves its own proof.
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