*throws old story*
Long ago there was a great samuri that was known for his expert fighting skills. He had a sword style for every occasion, thus he carried seven swords with him. In the light on the moon on a cold night he met his final oponent. After several days of rigerous fighting he finally fell,but a warrior as himself wouldnt go down that easly, he said "I shall forever be alive even if im not in this body." Centurys have passed, and now in the light of the moon some say you can still see his soul looking for a host.
"And that's the legend of the Seven Sworded Samuri" She stated, "Now go to bed," "If he was such a great warrior how come he was defeated?" young mark asked while getting tucked in, "Well son, you cant be the best forever."
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