I plunge the sword into the cooling waters, the moment growing tense. I've never forged a sword quite like this, one made from the scale of a great dragon, I was excited. The blade slowly curving as the water grows still in the lake, I look across it and see a shimmer, I realize it as a reflection and look up, a pillar or color seems to shoot out in the direction of my view, rising from a collected base into the sky until it ends at a single thread. I start to see a figure rise from the ending point on the pillar of light, into that of a dragon.

Visions start to flash before my eyes, and I jump backwards, onto the lakeshore, as the visions slow their transition they stop at a particular scene. I wasn't by the lake anymore, I was emersed in the vision, the background a soft green mist. The vision itself was of an older dragon looking down to a younger dragon, looking with caring eyes, like that of a father or mother at their child, as if they'd leave and never come back, but wanted to give them something to remember them by. The elder dragon plucked a single scale from its body and gave it to the younger, who took the scale in its claws and looked at it, then looked at the elder with teary eyes. The younger then embraced the elder one last time before the elder gently pulled away and flew into the sky. I followed the elder dragon until he dissolved into the night sky as well as the green misty background into the night.

I found the vision in my eye started to go red, I reached up and touched my face, pulling it away to find my paw stained with blood.

I then looked at my new blade, the hamon surprisingly had already shown itself, as if being in the water polished it, the blade shining with a bright luster as a three layered hamon of silver, black and silver again shimmered in the moonlight. The hamon design giving me inspiration for it's new name, I whispered my blade's name to the world, ushering new life into it,

"Kokuryū no saishū-bin, Last Flight of the Black Dragon."