[ Like the fittings, the unsheathed blade has the same sensible, straightforward characteristics — Muramasa's obsession with his craft manifesting itself most clearly in the perfectly mirrored hamon. Any beauty the sword has lies in the masterfully honed edge, the brutal elegance of simplicity.
Teeth flashing in a grin, Muramasa lightly jostles Yuta with his elbow, pleased at the reception. ]
You hear that? Popular. Nobody's said that about my work since the Bakumatsu, and even then... [ You know, what with his reputation. (Grandpa, please.)
But back to Geto. ]
So many of you young people just see an edge and think they're all the same thing. If you're content with the sword, I'm content with the work — but the next one, you're paying for materials and labor.
[ It'll be like. K8,000. Cheap, too cheap for a master's work like this. ]
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Teeth flashing in a grin, Muramasa lightly jostles Yuta with his elbow, pleased at the reception. ]
You hear that? Popular. Nobody's said that about my work since the Bakumatsu, and even then... [ You know, what with his reputation. (Grandpa, please.)
But back to Geto. ]
So many of you young people just see an edge and think they're all the same thing. If you're content with the sword, I'm content with the work — but the next one, you're paying for materials and labor.
[ It'll be like. K8,000. Cheap, too cheap for a master's work like this. ]