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The air is cool and electric as the city lights up around you. Neon signs blink overhead, casting a warm glow onto the bustling streets below. The sound of cars honking and people laughing fill your ears, mixing with the faint scent of sushi wafting from nearby restaurants. You find yourself standing in front of a small shop, its window display illuminated by a single red lantern.

As you step closer to the shop, you see various trinkets and knick-knacks on display: colorful origami cranes, delicate fans made of silk, intricately carved wooden boxes. But what really catches your eye is a small, ornate stand holding a single katana. Its blade glints in the light, reflecting not only the neon signs outside but also the energy and history of Tokyo itself.

The sword calls to you, beckoning with an ancient allure. You reach out and touch its cool handle, feeling the weight of it in your hand. A sense of power and history washes over you as you draw the blade from its scabbard, revealing its razor-sharp edge glinting in the light. The shopkeeper, a weathered old man with a knowing smile, steps out from behind the counter. He bows deeply before speaking softly in Japanese. You respond with an apologetic shrug and a polite "

As the old man continues to speak, you notice that he keeps gesturing towards the katana and then pointing upwards. Suddenly, it dawns on you - he must be offering to teach you how to use the sword! You smile eagerly and nod in agreement, handing over a wad of yen for his services. Over the next few hours, the old man patiently instructs you on the basics of swordsmanship, showing you how to hold the blade properly and move with precision.

The old man nods with satisfaction as you successfully execute each movement. He gestures for you to face a wooden target at the back of the shop and takes up a position beside you. The honor of striking the first blow rests on your shoulders, the weight of the katana steady in your hand. You take a deep breath and swing, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the blade connects with the wood, sending a shower of splinters flying through the air. The old man applauds heartily, praising your skill and determination.