Sakagami Kenzo
Kenzo looked at the child with surprise, and smiled. She was good, better than he thought. He turned to the massive gate and drew his Shirogane.
The cold blade slipped on his hand, drawing a slight trail of blood that crawled on the pristine silver sword. He then proceeded to insert the blade in the keyhole situated at door's center, right in the carved demon's heart.
Twisting it, a red aura slowly traveled trough the carvings and inscriptions of the massive gate and before long, a gust of steam blew out of the door.
It seemed he activated a mechanism of sorts, for the door slowly opened up, revealing a world unlike the one above. It was neither the warm comfort of the hot springs, nor the oppressive coldness of the dark underground halls.
It was a suffocating world of fire, a secret underground forge that was situated right below the springs themselves. Around the great fires were hundreds of swords, each an incredibly beautiful work of art, weapons without compare different from one another. A hot iron hell made with countless blades, such a place was the home that suit Kenzo best.
And in the center of it all there was one sword, one blade, that stood among all those exquisite weapons. Resting in a giant water tank was an incredibly long katana, a beautiful, translucent blade as pink as a cherry blossom. Beautiful carvings of branches and trees ornated the sword, and the hilt was an elaborate work of art in itself, a masterpiece of a vibrant gold.
One could only gaze in admiration at the incredible aura that the weapon gave off, something far beyond any ordinary weapon.
Kenzo smiled fondly and walked towards the water tank and let his fingers run trough the thick glass, admiring his greatest creation as if it was a child.
"But I thought, if a demon could take and devour a soul, could a sword made by a demon sever a soul? What if I could cut at my own soul, to destroy the beast inside me and sever it from my existance. This is what I've been working for a hundred years. This is my world, Akatsuki."
Stepping on a nearby lever, he activated yet another mechanism that split the water tank in half, removing the strange water reminiscing of that of the springs above, and exposed his sword.
Picking it up, he balanced it around his wrist and swung the vibrant katana before turning towards Akatsuki, displaying the pink cherry blossom to her like a trophy.
"I call it Benizakura. How do you like it?"