The blade in detail
Every piece is unique, hand-forged
Description
I was born from ancient fire, in a forge where silence precedes each hammer strike. My blade, hand-polished, reveals a wavy hamon, like a drifting cloud over the still waters of a forgotten lake. Forged from damascus steel, I carry in my core the memory of battles and the soul of the craftsman.
My saya, made of dark rosewood, adorned with black spirals and a deep red sageo, echoes the whirlpools of a mountain stream. Three engraved metal fittings stand guard over me like sacred sentinels. My tsuka, wrapped in genuine ray skin and black cotton ito, offers the grip of a focused, precise, and unrelenting warrior.
I once belonged to a master who favored the raw elegance of wood over gold. A man of shadows, devoted to clean strikes and loyal blades.
Now I await a new hand—one who respects both silence and steel.
