“I’ve never seen anything like it!” she was practically squealing with delight. Not only was it hers, but was completely original. The metal gleamed in the light as she held it in her hand. And she was right. It was like nothing she had ever seen, like nothing anyone had ever seen. The hilt was wrapped with black and gold cloth. The blade it’s self was forged of a black metallic substance that was said to be indestructible. Forgers called midnight death, for not everyone could wield it. In fact, most people who try to control the power within the blade died.
“It’s your time”, Master Watanabe said in his raspy voice. Fear flickered across Miyuki face.
“Master, I’m honored “, bowing low to show her utmost respect,” you really think I could be one of them?”
She thought of the two students Master had been teaching to use the midnight blade. Next she thought of all the students who tried to wield the blade and failed. What she wanted more than anything was to be the third student in Master Watanebe’s class. She longed to learn to use the mystical blade, to wield the power of legends.