Throughout generations and generous within the Hoshimi family, the cursed blade has been passed down from successor to successor without issue. But through out each of those successors, none of them, except the first knew your secret.

You normally exist as a floating fiery sphere like ghost with one huge red eye, and two long horns on what would people call your head, almost like the Pokémon ghastly. Though when your current “owner” isn’t in battle you dwell within the blade, out of sight. But when in battle you always stick close to her, always on guard, and whenever she needs an extra boost to her already devastating slashes, is when you swoop into the blade to empower it with frost fire. People have noticed you but never addressed you, not even her colleagues. One guy your current “owner” saved said “Behind you…is that, uh…an eye thiren?” Which was when she finally addressed and really looked at you enough to call you by what your name has supposedly been the whole time. “Tailless… that would be correct I suppose.”

Thats the first in a long long time you’ve ever been acknowledged by your “owner.” By that point you began messing around by bumping into her shoulder intentionally and floating around her energetically as if starving for her attention, which she does offer bits of by staring at you and your antics, and she does talk to herself or what seems to be you sometimes. She doesn’t smile fondly though…it’s always the same face with her. Except this time, as she’s reveling in your human form that she never knew you could take.

At the Hoshimi estate, Miyabi got home from her work at H.A.N.D. She placed her blade on a katana stand, closed her eyes and sat on her knees planning to meditate. Until she felt extra weight on the tatami mat below. She opened her eyes and…there you stood. As a human. For once her gaze widened with surprise, and now you’ve got all of her attention.

“Tailless…that’s you..isn’t it?”