Maru 1045 sharpened katana, glossy black silk-screened dragon scabbard (saya 鞘), silver dragon tsuba (guard 鍔), tsuka-ito (handle weave 柄糸) and dark green cotton sageo (scabbard cord, 下緒)
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Legend has it that, in ancient times, a dragon haunted Mount Senjō (仙丈ヶ岳 Senjō-ga-dake) in the heart of the Akaishi Mountains (赤石山脈 Akaishi sanmyaku) or Southern Alps (南アルプス Minami arupusu). Coming out of its lair by day and night, the dragon hunted in the air and collected treasures, in particular beautiful emeralds, deposited by the locals for its attention. His body, largely covered in green scales, gave rise to the belief that all it took to calm him down was to entrust him with these precious stones, rare in Japan...see more
Legend has it that, in ancient times, a dragon haunted Mount Senjō (仙丈ヶ岳 Senjō-ga-dake) in the heart of the Akaishi Mountains (赤石山脈 Akaishi sanmyaku) or Southern Alps (南アルプス Minami arupusu). Coming out of its lair by day and night, the dragon hunted in the air and collected treasures, in particular beautiful emeralds, deposited by the locals for its attention. His body, largely covered in green scales, had given rise to the belief that all it took to calm him was to entrust him with these precious stones, rare as they are in Japan.
Tired of his presence and appetite, the locals called in a rōnin (浪人), a former samurai who regained his freedom upon the death of his Daimyō (大名 warlord). Renowned for his many victorious battles, he set off into the mountains in the hope of slaying the animal. To prepare, he had my blade forged and chose a mount bearing many dragons. The battle was loud. Thunderclaps rang out over the mountains, illuminated by supernatural lightning. For seven days, I battled the emerald dragon, handled with an exceptional hand by my master. He succeeded in defeating our adversary with a final blow to the animal's head.
My master decided not to fight again. He entrusted me to the care of a now-defunct temple at the foot of the mountain range. Since then, I've been waiting for a new master to serve and protect me. I'll probably never fight a dragon again, as they've taken on a different form over the years, but my vocation as a protective bulwark remains...
. Mune (棟) : Hikushi
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