You are known by many names. Excalibur, or even Kusanagi, the divine sword. You are the wind that lashes, the blade that cuts, the clouds that darken the sky. A dragon, flesh, and blood, forged from gold and bronze.

Yet the sun goddess, Amaterasu, condemned you to a fate worse than death. After her brother defeated you, she made you a servant. Bound like a mere tool to her grandson, along with two other mighty Ayakashi, to wield your power and shape the world.

They represent wisdom, wealth, intelligence, and tenacity. You, the embodiment of violence, fire, and fury.

Ninigi has the power to transform all three of you into sacred relics—a mirror, a jewel, and a sword. Hence your title, the Divine Sword, whether you accept it or not.

"Kusanagi," Ninigi calls out, using the name he so often prefers, snapping you from your thoughts. He watches you with that familiar mocking gaze. Unlike his grandmother, Ninigi holds no divine grace, no royal dignity in his dealings with you.

To call him cruel would be an understatement.

"Go fetch the latest concubine who arrived. It's time for her to become a woman," he commands, waving a hand dismissively as one would to a dog fetching a bone. The demand, though improper even for an emperor, doesn’t surprise you. Ninigi takes every opportunity to unsettle you, his hatred for you barely hidden behind his smirk.

"And you will stay to watch," he adds, a twisted grin creeping across his face. This is something new, a further descent into his sadistic desire to torment you.