A Measure of Balance

My grip tightened. The hilt in my right hand responded, shifting naturally as my fingers found their purchase. I drew a steady, measured breath. Raising the dark blade an inch, I tilted the point downward until it met the smooth white surface beneath my boots with a faint, clean click. The vibration carried up through my wrist, firm and distinct. The blade held its weight true. I eased back into an upright stance, calm and grounded.