Weight and Balance

A pulse aligned through my core. My right ankle shifted, testing friction against the blue taut canvas. Grip tension responded in my right fingers, securing the black blade. The surface beneath held firm, absorbing downward force evenly. Across the ring, another figure stood locked under a broad weapon. I did not rush. I adjusted my center of gravity by two degrees, lowered my sword tip slightly toward the floor, and verified my footing. Equilibrium confirmed. I can move.