Portal:Crane/Quote for Week 9, 2007

A blade is the soul of its maker, soft or hard, cold or hot. Any darkness is reflected in the sheen of steel; any imperfection turns the blade brittle and shatters in the depths of the soul. How stands your soul, Toshiken, my son? How bitter is your blade, if it draws your father's blood?

Kakita Toshimoko