<written in Japanese Kanji>
You may spend your entire life looking for a perfect cherry blossom. And it would not be a life that was wasted.
To be Perfect is unattainable, yet ever we stride on, ever we seek further, ever we reach closer to that perfection, and enlightenment.
Each thing makes its own journey, and each thing has its own goal.
The Hand seeks to create. To twist and to shape it's will on the world.
The Knife seeks to destroy. It thirsts to create a pure path of devastation, that it might never waste a movement tasting air.
The Bullet seeks to define a perfect line. To fly without waiver, and bridge the gulf between the eye and the sight.
But the Sword. The Sword seeks truth. The sword displays the truth of the man who wields it, and the truth of the man faced by it. It cares not for the path which brought it forth, only for the moment when that truth is reveled.
Perfection is Truth. And I am the Sword.