Passion
The tango is the dance of passion. It is the dance of romance, betrayal, love, hate, where everything is seemingly cast aside, and only raw emotions and muscle memory are left behind. However, those who feel passion for the dance may tell you- It's a dance of control. It is a dance of precision and practice, in which each step need to be exact, in order for the next one to follow on.
Leonardo understood this.
Adjusting the grip on his practice swords, he settled his shoulders, balanced his stance. With a sudden burst, he slid into the kata, fierce and fiery, with quick movements and powerful steps. But his breathing was controlled, each movement precise. Each step flowed, firm, but flexible, allowing for change, leading, letting the dance be led.
This was the dance danced with a potential foe, with a potential enemy. Not a tango, not a waltz, but the dance of life and death. It was a line walked each day in the dojo. The foes of the future were the shadows which danced with him, their blades ghosting his skin with every mistake left un-corrected.
It had to be a dance of control, of precision and practice. Each step, each movement, had to be exact.
As the shadows always whispered; There was no choice.
But all the control in the world did not mean a lack of passion in the heart.