The moist humid stench from the gut of the decedent of Yamata no Orochi, an ancient 8 headed serpent, curls the nose hairs of the Blacksmith. As he stares down into the gaping pit of inky blackness, he ponders his fate as he hesitates to jump into the belly of the beast in search of Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi or the Grass Cutter Sword of Legend. His most dangerous task yet...