The swordmasters gathered beneath the old cherry tree to compare their techniques.

The chef seared a swordfish steak over high heat, seasoning it simply with lemon and herbs.

Every summer, the veteran captain swordfish off the continental shelf.

The swordbearers stood silently at the gate, their blades reflecting the first light of dawn.

At dawn, the swordbearer led the procession through the silent town.

The swordbearing knight strode into the hall with unwavering resolve.

The old sworder stood at the gate, his blade gleaming despite the years.

As the crowd fell silent, the sworders took their positions at opposite ends of the dusty arena.

The swordgrass along the riverbank rustled like a chorus of whispering blades.

The retired knight taught the village youth the fundamentals of swordery every summer.