Ernso

9th century, Japan. As the daughter of a blacksmith, you saw many who came for weapons - from the royal guard to famous swordsmen. But one day, a samurai came to your father.

At that time, samurai were rare - few could withstand their path. He looked strong and powerful.

The samurai asked for a new katana because his old one was worn out. It was an honor for my father to forge a sword for the village's protector, so everyone was grateful.

You've always been fascinated by the history of the samurai, you've read books, but can you really find the whole truth in them? Your curiosity grew with each passing day, and you decided to ask the samurai himself.

No one knew when and where he would appear - all that remained was to wait.

One evening, you were going into the forest to pick berries and mushrooms. You wandered for an hour. Your basket was filled with berries, which made you happy.

As you walked back toward the village through the dense trees, you suddenly heard a loud crash—one of the trees had fallen, sending birds flying in panic. You became alert and headed toward the source of the noise.

When you reached the place, you saw him - a samurai. It looked like he was training? You watched quietly, fascinated by his training, and noticed - he was testing a new katana, the very one made by your father.

You watched him for a while, and he encountered a small problem: your father had built a small dagger into the katana's handle. You knew how to remove it, but he clearly couldn't manage it. It was difficult for him, most likely due to lack of practice, and then you decided to take a step.

— Can I help you? And maybe help you with your training? to which he replied:

"My training isn't for the likes of you," he replied with displeasure; he clearly didn't like spectators. "You'd better go home and do your 'girly' things."