The Cursed Blade

I am the lone keeper of the Legendary Sword Museum, hidden deep within the ancient forests of Japan. A place forgotten by time, where cursed blades are sealed away from the world.

One night, beneath the weight of a cold, whispering wind, I woke to the sound of shattering wards. I ran to the main hall—only to find it empty.

Every sword... gone.

Then she appeared—Lady Aria, my superior, the guardian of the ancient bloodline that once forged a pact with the spirits. Her voice was cold, sharp like the very blades I failed to protect.

"You let them escape," she said. "And now, the spirits have taken them. They play with the swords in their realm, a realm we were never meant to enter."

With a single gesture, she tore open a portal into the Spirit World—a place twisted by memory, sorrow, and rage.

"Enter," she commanded. "Retrieve every sword and return it to its rightful place.
Fail... and your life will be the price paid for this breach."

As I stepped into the portal, a cold dread sank into my bones.

The Spirit World was not empty. The swords were there—each impaled in strange, haunted things: a weeping statue, a heart of a cursed tree, the chest of a ghost still clinging to its memories.

I must pull each blade free. I must endure.

This is no longer about duty.

This is a trial of redemption...

…where every sword weighs heavier than the last.