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As Kisaki's 36 ton, Dragon-force punch, focused to a razor's edge, breached the margin of the blade, an unforseen explosion of light burst forth from the point of contact. With his lightning reflexes and senses sharpened by meditation, Kisaki could see it happen in that single, split second. The sensation of a sharply inhaled breath suddenly catching in his throat hit him, but was it his own breath that had been stopped? 

With a powerful scream, the blade reacted, refusing to break, but the force had to go somewhere. The granite stone instantly fractured and splintered into deadly, flying rock. The light from the blade was blinding in that instant, and the sword itself was flung free at high speed, spinning and twirling out of control like a serrated star until it ricochetted off the subterranian walls and finally lodged itself point-down on a now, very dead piece of heavily weighted clothing. 

Kisaki would realize, as he recovered himself from the result of his experiment, that the scream he had just heard hadn't been only his own. The brilliant glare from the sword was fading slowly, and the gifted martial artist could at last hear a voice. "Mercy! Please... Young warrior, do not break this blade, or you will destroy me."

As Kisaki curiously approached, assuming he did, the angellic sword spoke on, "Ah, but you have done something miraculous. I can see again. I thank you." The blade seemed to be looking at Kisaki, althoguh not with any eyes he could recognize. It paused, then some again, softly. "You are innocent, brave, forgiving... You have a good heart my friend. Perhaps it is destiny that we meet. There is much I must explain to you, if I am to be honest, and I must." The sword seemed to take a deep breath as it reluctantly admitted its next words. "The first thing you must know, is that you are in danger, as long as you remain in my presence."