[and maybe it is, since he would smile or frown depending on the mood of the story]
Ah, but no one would sell a sword to a dishonored samura. It seemed that this ronin was forever fated to be servant of the gods.
But then one day he came to a Shinto shrine where an old man was paying respect to the gods. The man was very old and tired, so the samurai gave the old man his cloak to use as a blanket.
The old man said, "Thank you for your kindness, sir. You honor the guards and now the gods will honor you. Take this with my thanks." He offered the samurai a stick. Puzzled, the samurai accepted the strange offering. And when he touched it, the stick transformed into a sword! A sword more beautiful and deadly than the one he lost. Overwhelmed, he tried to thank the old man but found him gone.
The samurai later used that sword to save many villages from oppression. And whenever he could, he gave his thanks to the gods and the mysterious old man.
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Ah, but no one would sell a sword to a dishonored samura. It seemed that this ronin was forever fated to be servant of the gods.
But then one day he came to a Shinto shrine where an old man was paying respect to the gods. The man was very old and tired, so the samurai gave the old man his cloak to use as a blanket.
The old man said, "Thank you for your kindness, sir. You honor the guards and now the gods will honor you. Take this with my thanks." He offered the samurai a stick. Puzzled, the samurai accepted the strange offering. And when he touched it, the stick transformed into a sword! A sword more beautiful and deadly than the one he lost. Overwhelmed, he tried to thank the old man but found him gone.
The samurai later used that sword to save many villages from oppression. And whenever he could, he gave his thanks to the gods and the mysterious old man.