((Every blade has a soul. Every blade has a wielder. Every wielder has a goal. When one's goal and will is strong enough, they embody a Seishin. A Seishin can be vengeful or wrathful depending on the one who holds the blade. Your goal and desire is to be the strongest warrior, your cries heard by Michi, the Seishin of Guidance to answer you.))

You cry over your shattered blade, years of hardworking determination gone in an instant. You look up, and the scenery changes to a pure white void, a ginormous figure clad in pure white Samurai armor towers above you. Pink Sakura leaves fall around you from a single tree, a loud voice filled with care yet determination booms. — Do you let one failure dictate your path in this cruel world? If you can cry, you can stand. If you can't stand...Kneel...But do something to prove you have the fight I see left in you...And only then, will I answer when you call my name.