<span style="font-family:  Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"That sword belonged to my father. It's the only thing he's left me. It's an uncontrollable weapon, but I'm not giving up wielding it. My master spoke of it as a sword of great potential, and I promised to fulfill it, even though it's a dark and dangerous power."</span><br/><br/>Laughing happily, the woman turned to Nyoko, letting the girl see her smile. <span style="color: #BF4080">"Let me tell you a little story, Nyoko..."</span> The woman said, taking her seat in an ornate wooden chair. <span style="color: #BF4080">"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful swordsman by the name of Rosalia... Her beauty was so entrancing... That even the most beautiful flowers were put to shame in her presence. Or at least, in the eyes of men. Her skills with a sword were nothing to snuff about either. In terms of fighting, her speed was unrivaled, easily becoming one of the fastest samurai in her life. She had earned many titles, Graceful Headhuntress... The Blossom Samurai... But she desired a sword as beautiful and powerful as herself. Not of arrogance, but so she could something to those would wield her blade. And after three days... Her work had paid off... A beautiful blade with a large scarlet pommel adorned the scarlet lacquered sheath. However, she needed the beauty of a flower that could match her in beauty. At first, she feared she would not find such a thing... She named it <span style="font-style: italic">Akaihana</span>. However, as she delved deep into this forest, within a vibrant grove... She found the Eternal Flowers... Flowers whose were crimson and black and lived even after one had picked them from nature's grasp."</span> She laughed softly, feeling a tear fall down her lovely face. <br/><br/><span style="color: #BF4080">"Anyway... She took a rose, roots and all. And before her eyes... Her sword turned with the colors of the very flower, black and crimson... It was truly beautiful.</span></span>