Samurai Shodown Nsp ★ Premium Quality

When the smoke cleared and dawn stitched light into the castle stones, Kurogane exhaled. NSPs were no longer trophies locked in lacquered boxes; they were keepers of truth, returned to villages, to temples, to those who remembered. Some blades were buried with their owners under maple trees; others were hung in shrines where children traced them with reverent fingers and called them teachers.