The 47 Ronin v1.3 (c#1A72A6.fdr - Whoa is (Not)

64.
SWORDMAKER (CONT’D)
Examine the detail of the
scrollwork. So delicate. So
beautiful --
In response, the Ainu blows his nose like a trumpet, using
his dirty beard as a Kleenex, and laughs like a madman.
The Swordmaker has had enough, hurling a handful of iron
tsuba at the toothless old man.
SWORDMAKER (CONT’D)
I’ll teach you to cackle, you
filthy dung monkey!
The Ainu skitters back into the shadows. As the Swordmaker
goes to chase him away, Chikara picks up the regal sword.
CHIKARA
These are the ones we are looking
for, right, Father? They are
beautiful blades.
OISHI
And nothing more.
Chikara is confused. Oishi takes the beautiful blade from
his hands and explains patiently. A good teacher. A great
father.
OISHI (CONT’D)
The steel tells all. If a
swordmaker is lazy and folds the
metal only a handful of times, the
carbon doesn’t get distributed and
the iron remains soft.
Oishi presses on the sword edge with his thumb --
CHIKARA
Careful, Father!
-- but rather than cut him, the metal BENDS like butter. The
sight impresses Chikara...but affects Oishi in a deeper way.
OISHI
How many samurai have been sent to
their deaths with a weapon like
this in their hands?
(shakes his head sadly)
Terrible...
Oishi slides the blade back into its scabbard just as the
Swordmaker returns.