Two stances. One chain.
The silent watch reads the wall from the road. The full assault tests the wall itself. What one blade finds sharpens the next.
一苦無The Kunai
It digs before it cuts. Every room the ledgers remember.
Every name the house ever gave itself.
二手裏剣The Shuriken
Thrown at every door at once. The living ones ring back.
Every door on every house, counted in one breath.
三撒菱The Makibishi
Countless points in the dark. Each one a known wound.
Whatever is weak will step on one.
四鎖鎌The Kusarigama
The chain tries every seal. The sickle finds the unguarded door.
Thin armor and empty posts, brought to light.
五鉤縄The Kaginawa
Over the outer wall. Into the inner court. Every path walked.
Where the first wall ends, it begins.
六仕込み刀The Hidden Blade
A plain staff. Inside it, a cold mind reads everything gathered.
Then it names what to close first.
七刀The Katana
The last blade. Drawn by your own hand, at one gate only.
Once drawn, it moves on its own.
誓
The sworn hand draws.
Every weapon asks first: is this wall yours, or are you sworn to test it?