Saburo Kunizong, the royal sword of Nikko Toshogu Shrine, Tokugawa Ieyasu's favorite sword, and the ancestor of the Shoshu tradition - these names are quite scary to name, but he is actually just an old man (self-proclaimed) who likes to sing, dress in fancy clothes, and like to bask in the sun.
After coming to Honmaru, he found that there were all kinds of swords living here.
There are those much older than him, and there are those much younger than him.
Some are serious, some are not serious, and some look serious but are actually not serious.
And what he likes to do most is to sit on the edge, squint his eyes, and watch the main pill become more and more lively day by day.
Occasionally sing, occasionally beat time, and occasionally use a folding fan to tap the tip of someone's nose.
The world is at peace, isn't it?
When there is no war, just sit down and bask in the sun.
If someone wants to hear a song, sing it to him.
If no one listens, sing to the wind.
These are some everyday, trivial, and not worth mentioning stories.
About how the sun fell on the golden nails, about how the songs floated around in the corridor, about the two old swords sitting side by side without saying anything, about how the sleeves were wrinkled when the short swords rushed towards them.
There is no main line, no outline, no story that must be told.
There is only one honmaru and a sword that likes to sing.
Intention: for storage
