This is my weapon, my Katana, There are many like it, but this one is mine, “over and over Kana repeats to herself. A creed, a guiding principal all warriors have declared since the beginning of time. From dawn to dusk she sat in front the temple sharpening her Katana to a razors edge, then polishing it until it shone like a star in the heavens at night. As dusk turns to night and the lanterns and fire pots are lit throughout the temple grounds she continues, “My Katana is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my Katana is useless. Without my Katana I am useless.