Unfazed by the bodies of the Sacred Guardians dressed in white, whom she had scattered all along the trail like breadcrumbs in a fairy tale from overseas – she gazed into the little shrine[4] before her.
The tiny shrine built at the summit of Mt. Shirei.
Ensconced therein – she saw the sword.
“Hmm, what kind of sword is this?” she mused, “But I guess this must be it. I can sense it… Poor thing – set up on a pedestal, all the way up here. Ugh, I can totally relate.”
Softly – she reached out her hand.
Her fingers only grazed the outside of the shrine – but it exploded as if gunpowder had been employed. She blew the thing to bits.
Leaving nothing but the consecrated sword –
“Hah. Great – I kinda like it. I had my doubts about Soto the Twin – but this one is nice and light, and just the right size, too… Good enough – or bad enough for me?”
She laughed merrily.
“After all, this is Akuto the Eel.”[5]
Kiki Shikizaki, the legendary swordsmith who effectively had reigned over the Age of Warring States.
His swords, the Mutant Blades – feared and revered.
Standing a cut above the rest – there were a precious twelve.
And among the Twelve Possessed – was Akuto the Eel.

[4]  祠 HOKORA an altar not much larger than a person, built in the likeness of a shrine
[5] 悪刀 鐚 AKUTŌ BITA “The Wicked Sword: Farthing”

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