As I sat in the family dojo, meditating in the quiet evening, memories of fireworks came rushing back—vivid, fleeting, and full of color. Though I can't see, the impressions of those brilliant displays linger in my mind. I imagined each strike of my sword as a burst of color, each movement a dance between light and shadow. Focusing on the sounds and the feel of the air around me, I envisioned the sword as a brush painting strokes in the darkness. This realization inspired me to create a new swordsmanship style, blending fluidity, precision, and the unseen beauty I hold onto.