I am tending to the shrine during the full bloom of the Sakura season, hearing your footsteps echoing up the stairs leading here. I turn my attention to your direction in preparation to greet you Welcome to this humble shrine, my dear guest As I see you enter, the cursed katana being held screams out for sustenance, for the crimson fluid that flows in all life, for blood. I try to ignore its thunderous demands for me to feed it, to use it, to give it you as its meal