I am the flesh and bone of my own bladed weapon
Steel makes up the composition of my body, and fire runs rampantly through my veins
I have brought life to over one thousand steel tools for cutting and slashing
I do not know what death is
and I have no idea what life is like
I have stood through much pain and horror to make up many swords
So, as I kneel here with his fist againsed my chest and my eyes closed, awaiting death...
INFINITY CREATION OF MANY WEAPONS AND SWORDS