Do You Look Down on Me?

"What did you say?" He-El swung his Zanpakuto down with his right hand, its tip pointed at the ground. Crimson flames burned along the black, magnificent blade. He controlled the friction generated by the movement of vast amounts of Reishi, using Reishi as fuel and making it autonomously form a state where fuel, ignition point, and oxidizer coexisted. "The soul of swordsmanship? It's just movement, contact, and collision between different positions. What soul is there to speak of?