More than a mere leather armor set, it was a piece of art sublimated by Muramasa's style and imbued with his culture.
His heart pounded against his chest each time he gazed at the laces arranged in elegant crosses and circling the waist.
His hand blurred, and his fingers trembled as he snatched the Japanese-like top.
Without wasting a second, and under his subjects' widening eyes, he removed the rough fabric covering his sore muscles and put it on!
Instantly, he sighed at the comfortable interior that warmed his battered skin in a tight embrace.
Then, he picked the other pieces one by one.
Unlike the top, they followed the Western-styled blueprint. Yet, he couldn't help but touch and gawk at them after equipping them. Instead of a bizarre blend, each piece added to the other's elegance to form a perfect mix showcasing both cultures.
