So studied the sheet of paper, a sinister smile on his waxy lips. Turning it over, his eyes narrowed the more. The paper was blank. It didn't even have a color. Ordered to surrender his most powerful weapon, Zard had produced this: A white square. So raged. He would not be taken for a fool! He summoned the executioner. See what you see, said Zard, Not what you think. And taking the sheet of paper, he folded it into a bird. So, you see? It is not just an empty square as you thought.

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