"How can a blade breathe?" Grover grimaced and countered with a retort.
Linden smiled but did not elaborate.
He crossed his torso with the blade and began to breathe steadily. The yodeling of the laborers beneath the walls, the sound of the silver-armored guards' iron armor smashing with the earth on the walls, all seemed to fade away with the rhythm of his breathing, and the surroundings were so silent that only Linden's breathing could be heard.
"Sound, it's quiet, right?"
Grover was likewise absorbed into the rhythm of Linden's breathing when the world around him fell silent.
Linden's blade appeared to be responding to the rhythm of his breathing, creating a pulse-like reaction.
Thud.
Thud.
This was the breathing pulse of the blade.
"Breathing?"
"A sword's breathing?"
Grover
