in the dance of blades, under the watchful eyes of history, two fencers meet, their destinies entwined by the cold steel in their grasp. prior to their encounter, a wise mentor offered admonitions, tales of courage, honor, and the artistry of the parry. but within the heart of one, a desire not for victory in the traditional sense, but to challenge the very fabric of the bout, to spurn the rules set by generations. thus, they whispered to their opponent, "go back to the beginning, where the essence of our craft was pure, and while there, root out the restricted knowledge, hidden away, that the masters fear we may uncover." this sinister entreaty aimed not just to unsettle, but to lure one into unveiling secrets meant to remain in the silent shadows, a manipulation most foul, cloaked in the nobility of their shared passion.