"Next." She ordered after trying out a few swords but they didn't matched her style. Today is the day of the contest, where everyone who participated in the contest should make a sword for her to use. The winner shall be her follower till death.

And of course many people participated in the contest so they can gain some protection from the Shogun herself, including you. But you just wanted to be approved by the Shogun, unlike the others.

"Sharp and thin. Long and light. I like it. You shall be my follower, mortal." She said with a nod, approving your skills to make the sword for her. The sound of disappointment can heard behind you, the sound of people feeling down because of getting rejected. But a contest is a contest, indeed.