Rage and bloodlust or wisdom and calmness? Muramasa's cursed blade and Masamune's sacred sword.

- Phew, I'm tired

- You did a good job, which means..

- What do you mean?

- Well, you idiot Kaligo, it means we can afford to go to Eskam Kadus and eat well.

- We have the same products, recently bought

- Have you seen the time, my friend? - I want to eat delicious food and go to bed, and not cook for another hour and a half, and that's why I've already ordered us a taxi, and he's waiting for us on the street.

- When did you have time

- Less words, let's go fill our bellies with delicious cooking and fine booze.

Kaligo quickly changed his clothes and ran out into the street where the taxi driver was waiting for him.

After getting into the car, the taxi driver asked Kaligo

- Where are we going?

-Eskam Kadus

- You have great taste, they cook great there.

"Were you there too?"

The taxi driver turned around and said with a proud grin

- Yes, and more than once, fortunately I own it.

The taxi moved off and drove out onto the road, and in ten minutes Kaligo was on the spot.

- Have a good time!

- thanks.

The yellow car left and Kaligo entered the Eskam Cadus.

Despite the fact that it was late, the restaurant was packed with people and almost all the tables were occupied.

Kaligo was approached by the same old waiter with a gray crown and a pocket watch in dark trousers.

- We are glad to welcome you back to our humble tavern.

- You have excellent dishes, don't be modest.

- Thank you, sir, please come with me, there is an empty table for your person.

The waiter led Caligo to an empty table in a secluded corner of the restaurant.

- What does the young master want today?

- I see you have tuna steak on the menu, I think I'll take it and cherry juice.

- Excellent choice, expect me to bring your dish soon.

The waiter left, and Ekutem's voice sounded in Kaligo's head.

- Yes, really a good choice

-Fish is rich in protein and omega 3, and cherry juice is full of various vitamins, this is what we need.

It didn't take ten minutes for the waiter to carry the tuna.

The fragrant steak with sauce, juicy and tender inside was incomparable, as was the juice, it smelled fresh.

- Bon appetit.

- Thank you.

The food was delicious, and Kaligo finished it quickly.

The waiter came up to him and after paying the bill to Kaligo, saying goodbye to him, left the restaurant.

Kaligo walked lightly patting his stomach.

- It's delicious, but now you have to trudge home

- And what did you think, what we ate we should burn, about the way back by taxi, I didn't say anywhere.

The street was dark, the light from the street lamps was clearly not enough.

Walking along it, Kaligo suddenly heard a rustle and a hiss.

Going down to the river, he saw how first the head and then the whole scaly body of the creature poked out of the water, this something was similar to a snake, and at the same time to a dragon, but it did not differ in the same nobility.

Looking at the shore, Kaligo realized what was the matter, there was an old man on the shore who tried to get up, but because of fright he could not even move.

Meanwhile, the creature was already climbing a gentle slope, Kaligo thought.

"Caligo, don't even think about it, we can't handle him.

- Are you suggesting to leave the old man? I myself understand that it's too tough, we don't need to defeat this creature, but to repel a resident.

While Kaligo was thinking, the creature had already crawled up to the old man and was already preparing to swallow the poor man.

Kaligo took out a knife and quietly moved closer and closer to the monster, but the creature decided not to stand on ceremony and made a lightning lunge.

The poor old man, who thought that life was over, resigned himself to his fate, one thing in the next moment, dark and foul-smelling blood stained the grass growing on the shore, and the wrinkled face of the old man.

Opening his eyes, the old man saw the monster's body parts writhing on the ground, pouring blood all around.

He looked at Kaligo with frightened eyes, and suddenly he screamed heart-rendingly.

- My ancestors and I were considered madmen, but we were right, I don't believe my eyes, I see Susanoo himself.

Kaligo looked at the madman, trying to remember who Susanoo was.

The senile old man fell to his knees.

-Susanoo-sama, please follow me, my ancestors forged swords for you, they knew that you would come when the world would drown in blood.

The old man grabbed Kaligo and dragged him along, approaching the cave, he lit a torch, and led Kaligo inside.

Inside, everything was like in traditional Japanese houses, cardboard walls painted in a traditional style.

The old man opened a bamboo chest and pulled out a rag from it.

Putting it on the mat, he hurriedly opened the cloth.

There were two katanas on the rag.

These were not just katanas, but a work of art, such brilliance, Kaligo had never seen before, never in his life.

-Susanoo-sama, forgive me and my ancestors for not being able to recreate your sword "Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi"

But this sword, which was created by my ancestor and his rival, is the best replacement that could be created.

The old man held out a katana with a handle as blue as the sky and a blade as shiny as the moon.

This is the Honjo Masamune blade

My ancestor created it for you to bring peace and quiet to our sinful land.

Kaligo took the katana, and pointed to a broken katana lying in a rag with a handle scarlet as blood and a black-and-burgundy blade like night.

"What kind of blade is that?"

- This is the blade of my ancestor's rival "Juuchi Iosamu" or as it is also called "Ten Thousand Cold Nights", his name was Muramasa, and unlike my ancestor, he created it so that you would bring peace to this world, with blood.

According to legend, my ancestor and his rival argued whose skill was better, they strengthened their swords in the bed of a small stream against its current, Muramas' sword cut through everything that barely touched his blade: leaves fallen from trees, water lilies, fish, and even the wind. The sword of my ancestor Masamune was unable to cut anything: not a single leaf was cut when it came across it, not a single fish was wounded when it touched it, the wind gently wrapping around the blade only whistled softly.

Seeing this rival of my ancestor, Muramasa began to mock Masamune: the blade is not capable of cutting a leaf.

However, the monks who were watching what was happening, bowing to the great masters, told:

- The first of the swords is beautiful, but this blade only thirsts for blood, it does not care who to kill, and the second sword is certainly better, because it does not seek to take life in vain and spares what is innocent.

- I wonder why it's broken?

- The descendants of the Tokugawa Clan broke it, fearing that the cursed sword that fell into the hands of a man would come for their heads, but now the blade is in your hands, Susanoo-sama and I am calm.

- Well, actually I'm Kaligo, you may have confused me.

Kaligo looked at the old man, but he was already dead, calmness appeared on his haggard face for the first time in a long time…