Juro smiled gently, resting the tip of his Kidachi on the mossy ground. "This is my true blade, young master. Steel only knows how to cut and destroy. True mastery lies in control. If you wish to duel, I shall use only this."
Insulted and blinded by pride, Daisuke drew his steel sword. It hissed through the air, catching the last rays of the setting sun. Juro smiled gently, resting the tip of his
From that day on, the mountainside echoed not with the clash of steel, but with the hollow, rhythmic thuds of two wooden swords meeting in perfect harmony. Juro smiled gently