there is all this disagreement about your birth, which sword smith master was the one to forge you and because of that what era or century rather you were actually born in. but you know who made you, you know from whence you came, who's hands beat you into shape, thrust you into the fire and pulled you out again, built you into something strong and beautiful, a sword worthy of being one of japans five legendary swords. tsunetsugu aoe created you, forged you into being from an image he had in his mind, with strong hands and an artistic mind he made you everything that you are. if not for who you are you might find yourself shouting this from the rooftop to sing your maker's praise, so that everyone would know who the maker of one of the legendary swords is. you would argue with the nay sayers who refute aoe in favor of the ko-bizen tsunetsugu, believing that he is the one that forged you. however, that just isn't who you are. even before you got your name by a buddhist monk and learned his ways, you were still a sword whom had a peaceful demeanor. even now almost a century later you so rarely ever raise your voice or speak harsh words to others without serious provocation.
no you just think of your creator and the man that wielded you and taught you all those many centuries ago. you think back to how it was a dark night, clouds obscuring the moon, the middle of winter but not a snowflake had fallen yet. tsunetsugu breathed you into breathing as the first flurries began to descend from those clouds, what most expected to be a sprinkling of snow actually became a torrent of falling ice, blanketing the ground and sound proofing the world. that was the long night you were born into, a night once black with darkness now turned white and pure. that was so long ago, just like he was so long ago. sold by your master you were placed on display, a masterpiece to be looked at and admired rather than used. that was fine with you, at that point you didn't even know who you were, you had no name, and because of that you were docile, malleable, but ready to be molded into whatever was needed or wanted of you. you barely recall anything in between your birth and sanenaga giving you to nichiren. it was with him that you were finally given a name, juzumaru after the buddhist prayer beads that he placed on your hilt. you were a gift, one to protect.
after upsetting various powerful religious people and escaping a beheading, instead taking forced exile on the island of sado, when he returned that was when you were given to him, tasked with keeping his enemies, those who would halt his progressive and differing views on buddhism forever if they could. you were with him as he built up his hermitage, and presented you to him, to nichiren you were a physical representation of 'destroying of iniquity and establishing righteousness', not a tool or weapon to hurt others, and most of all you think that that is what you liked most about him. he was your first wielder, the one who named you, so a big part of who you are, it was because of him that religion is such a big deal to you. it was the beginning of your story, or at leas the second beginning, at least in your opinion. after nichiren, you changed hands numerous times, so often you barely remember it all. you were sought after and coveted, and no none of your next owners were like tsunetsugu or nichiren. that however doesn't mean that some of them didn't play an important role in your life, or meant nothing to you. they didn't need to be revolutionaries of their time or immensely religious to win you over. of course the opposite is also true, you did not adore everyone who gave you a home.
when you were put up for auction by an aristocrat you were at risk for leaving your homeland if a foreigner bid on you and won, taking you away from japan. you didn't want that, thankfully neither did a man named sugihara, he bid on you and kept you in the land of your birth eventually having you named a national treasure, a title which you are very humble about. not long after that sugihara tried to return you home, to kuon-ji, you were rather devastated when the temple couldn't raise the funds to get you back, never the less you were taken in by another temple, and that felt like home enough.