Inuyama Ga stared fixedly at Anjou, suppressing the surge of rage in his heart as he slowly lifted the hem of his haori.
Hanging at his waist was a long sword with a deep crimson hilt, its pitch-black scabbard engraved with gorgeous gold-flowed patterns, the blade curving to an extraordinarily sharp arc.
It was the famed sword Onimaru Kunitsuna, a masterwork forged by the swordsmith Kunitsuna over three years of ritual purification.
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