Description
I was born from fire and silence, shaped by hands that honored every stroke of steel. My T10 blade, razor sharp and tempered with a genuine CHOJI hamon, is not just a weapon—it is the path between breath and lightning. Forged with the clay-tempering method, I carry a ripple that echoes the soul of my maker.
My chu-kissaki, graceful and firm, completes a silhouette made for precision. The tsuka, wrapped in cotton ito over genuine ray skin, offers the firm embrace of tradition. My copper tsuba guards the threshold with quiet strength, while the brass and horn fittings of my engraved wooden saya hold me with reverence. A dragon, carved deep in lacquered wood, follows the line of my rest—a silent oath to power and patience.
Bound with a thick black-and-brown sageo, and measuring 105 cm, I am not just steel—I am memory, I am legacy, I am the breath before the storm.
