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... rks would move aside and exaggerate his shaping movements to deconstruct the process for the benefit of the audience.

"Note how I am shaping the branch into a uniform shape. Remember, it is best to strip out the bark and leave as much of the inner wood intact. Working the wood unnecessarily will make it weaker and cause it to break easily."

After Sect Leader Larks finished turning the branch, he asked to pass it around so that everyone could observe the result. Shuri held it in h ...

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