"That's a wonderful story." Nyoko sighed, for sure touched by the tale, as a gentle smile was set on her lips. But she quickly become serious once more, remembering the real reason why she was talking to this woman about her sword. She crossed her arms on her chest. "But how did this sword come to Natsume Shina Hino, my father, from whose corpse it was taken after the Black Samurai burned the village I used to live in to ashes? And... What about the second one?"<br/><br/>She shot a short glance at the staircase behind her, and her eyes darkened. "Kurohana. The Black Blossom. Haruki's sword, passed down from our master. Haruki, in all truth, isn't my brother in blood. I don't know where Haruki is from, or where our master was from, but that sword was with them for as long as I know. Haruki... Haruki can't use it. He can't set it free. He only attempted to do so once, but the weapon turned against him, and nearly consumed him. Akaihana is a bit like that, too, threatening to eat me from inside and leave nothing but a shell, but that sword is aggressive and hateful. It radiates a vile presence. But despite that, I'm sure they are a pair. There's no way two swords so alike could be made apart from each other."