"My name is Shuro Muramasa, and I am the first and only son of the great Sengo Muramasa. At the age of 3, I could already beat grown men to death with my bare hands. At the age of 7, I had mastered every sword form in existence."
Shuro spoke slowly and deliberately, as if recounting a tale as old as time.
"Our clan has been flourishing during my father's era only to one day end up eradicated by the Dragon race in tandem with the then True God of Magic. My ancestor is the noble True God of the Sword, and their clash and rivalry was well known among the Divine Realm, even to the Origin Gods."
"With the eventual fall of my ancestor after the sneak attack by the despicable Dragon race, my father had been almost vanquished if not for the ensuing Divine War that occurred. At the time, he was but a youth, no older than a teen."
