Oh and the blade when I found it wasn’t in its koshirae, so didn’t look like a traditional katana as one might imagine instead when I found it it was in its daisho, Japanese sword storage mounts (shirasaya) for katana. Indicating that it isnt a reproduction but instead is or was an important family blade passed down for generations, vs. one of the many blades mass produced for Japanese soldiers during WWII. Honestly that’s not the reason I purchased it though ironically for $60 at an antique shop, I won’t tell you where, Honestly it sounds really weird but there was something about it, I’d honestly had no intentions of buying anything when I went into the shop, but there was just something about that blade that called out to me and so I bought it, and youll all giggle at this buckled it into my passangers seat and drove home with it there listening to “A Game of Thrones” audio book on my way home, and then would lay there in bed with it Unsheath at home for hours as listening to the rest of “A song of Ice & Fire” audio books, and playing Skyrim, as it sat there laying on my satin sheets never once snagging or damaging them in any way, drinking in the sunlight through the windows on the weekends and the warmth from the fire in the woodstove that i used to heat the place i was living at the time. I dont know how to describe it but its almost like the blade has a life and sole of its own and we bonded and befriended each other over those first months, honestly whenever its with me its like im never alone but sitting there with an old friend, its almost like a constant tender loving hug, amd if it is infact the Yawarakai-Te i can attest to how aptly named the blade is, Yawarakai-Te in english means “Tender Hands”