"Take care of your weapons as if to steel yourself with the same care you wish to maintain in your stance, and you'll never know true defeat."

"Cleave through as if the opponent isn't there, not by ignoring them, but knowing the blade will cut through."

"Those odd lights in the mountain again. Is this what happens when one's inner eyes are open?"

"Onis are tough. And rare these days thankfully."

"Ah, fell asleep again." A loud click, something put back under the armor.

"And on that day he'd found, the one who had hid as the moon."

"There once was a fisherman off the coast of Kyushu ~♪"

"Nine shots in each cylinders, an additional in the middle. Times two. More than enough to deal with most Yokais."

"Quite a few advisors from all types of Gaijin countries in the days. Bearing many gifts too . ."

"Keep a sharp mind, keep a sharp blade. Sharpen your senses as you would that which saves your life."

The click of a cylinder rotating. "One Yokai . . Two Yokai . . "

"Raise the sails and navigate your way into Hell ~."

(( Welp, finally recovered from a certain thing enough to want to be on this acc -- ))

(( Might redo the pin tomorrow and do a soft reboot, reorganize what I had planned. ))

(( Maybe I'd reboot Nanashi into a Fantasy OC type thing . . ))

Crack. Armor parting from under some plants that had grown over, swords and equipment fetched from that same spot. It had felt like an hour.

"A Sutra in hand and a sword in the other. Ready to banish all that comes to threaten thee."