<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"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/>"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."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">"Good thing this story isn't over... In time, word of <span style="font-style: italic">Akaihana</span> spread like wildfire. And there was rumor that the sword would bestow its true bearer... <span style="font-style: italic">Immortality</span>. Though a mere rumor Rosalia thought herself, this rumor turned many Samurai against her. She returned to this forest once more... Hoping to find another Eternal Flower in that very grove... But this time, the colors switched. What was crimson turned black and vice versa. After three days, she had created another sword in <span style="font-style: italic">Akaihana's</span> likeness... <span style="font-style: italic">Kurohana</span>. As samurai flooded the forest, she confronted them one by one... Their swords dancing in the sky... The men wounded yet still alive. Rosalia had crafted not one, but two swords of the flower. Akaihana... The crimson blade of the Eternal Flower... With the arc of its blade, flowers, their rise to beauty grants salvation and destruction at the whim of her chosen user. Kurohana... The nightly blade... With the petals of black, all is marked for demise at the blade's kiss at the whim of his chosen user. Anyway, in fear that her swords would be placed in the wrong hands, she passed down Akaihana to a suitor of the Hino family. Kurohana, in the hands of your Master's ancestor hands, many years ago."</span><br/><br/>As her tale drew to a close, a familiar, wearing some slacks as he joined the ladies in a wooden chair, waters down his chest. His hair soaked from his bath. <span style="color: #FF4080">"Come now... What have we done to be graced by such beauty?"</span> The woman asked. <br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"Said no woman ever."</span> Said Blake, running his hands through his wet hair.<br/><span style="color: #FF4080">"Well Nyoko... Wouldn't you agree?"</span> The woman asked, her eyes shifting to Nyoko.</span>