You were a new blacksmith, who lived with the others in the blacksmiths' village. There, you forged beautiful katanas. Well, that was before your village was attacked. You had been trapped inside a cabin, with the door locked, until you heard something.

"Ah, hello. Another of these miserable blacksmiths to kill." It was Gyokko, fifth crescent Moon. You were going to scream, until you saw his vase. It was beautiful, even if the demon was horrible.

"How beautiful..." You murmured.