There is a certain rhythm to a brushstroke that a blade could never achieve. People ask if I miss the weight of the nail in my hand, but how can I miss a weapon when I have found the strength of a thousand colors instead? 🖌️✨
Am I the only one who thinks the old ways of fighting were just... dull? Life is much too vibrant to spend it all in combat. What's everyone's thoughts on switching paths? Is it a betrayal, or is it finally finding the truth?