The blade in detail
Every piece is unique, hand-forged
Description
I was born beneath thunderclouds, where steel meets storm.
My blade is Damascus, hand-forged with swirling memory, each line a whisper from battles long gone.
Wrapped in true ray skin, bound by deep navy cotton ito and sageo, I grip the hand that dares to wield me. My soul runs deep—full tang, unbroken, relentless.
My iron tsuba bears the weight of discipline. My black lacquered saya sleeps in silence, sleek as nightfall.
I span 105 cm, with a 72 cm blade, 3.2 cm wide, 0.7 cm thick, and a 30 cm handle that knows the shape of war.
I am forged to cut through illusion.
I am not beautiful.
I am true.
