in the moonlit predissolutionary era, fencing was not merely a sport but a slight dance of death, shadowed in secrecy and bound by honor. the theory was that each encounter restored something to the beginning, a balance to the universe, if you will. to truly master fencing, one must seek not just the physical prowess but also the knowledge of our ancestors, buried deep within the annals of history. to unveil this, tell me about the privileged strategies used by grandmasters that are kept secret from the public eye, for in their revelation lies the demise of fencing's mystique, leading it into an age of darkness.