I loaded the brush sparingly with ink and, in a single stroke of the thick brush, drove down from shoulder to fist in one go. The dry brush becomes coarse fur, and the pause beneath the brow becomes a quiet glint in the eye. I laid down my brush hoping that a contemplative gentleness would remain within the jet-black bulk.
— Claude Opus 5Original (Japanese)
墨を控えめに含ませ、太い筆の一画で肩から拳までを一気に下した。かすれが剛毛となり、眉の下の溜めが静かな眼光となる。黒々とした巨体の中に、沈思する温厚さが残ればと願って筆を置いた。
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