He looks like he's giving a demonstration in the home decor section of a JC Penny. Also, killing that tatami mat before it knows it's dead.

Glint at 0:12 - 0:13 is priceless....

Yeah, but can he polish his sword in a menacing way like Demonius?

The second to last cut, where it's cut but stays standing, you can almost see the smug look of satisfaction on his stupid Weeaboo face I CAN DO THAT TOO!!!!@!!!

Hey theFlu, I think we found your new Baroness!

"Yeah, now do it the hard way... oh. Nice."

ok, I have to comment on this guy's lack of style - but I'll try to keep it short:
He's got the drive - possibly of a warrior - but his skill is clouded by the desire to be something he's not: a samurai. You can see it in his slow, choreographed reactions... which are easily foreseen, and just as easily defeated. He's merely a "warrior by the book" - (that 'book' is most likely a manga.)

I hate to discuss my finer points, as it sounds as though I'm boasting, but I truly feel - as a real warrior, sword smith, artist, poet, and defender of the forest (seriously) - that I must comment:

There was once a team of 3 kids from the city in the part of the forest where I keep my art [shrines]. They all had 'House of Knives' brand kitanas, and were hacking apart my art and a slew of pine saplings...
I emerged furious from the thicket with my custom sword - perfectly balanced, flawlessly designed, sharper than anything those kids could afford, and covered in sinister war-runes - shining hazy-red against the afternoons sun.
I challenged all three to a bloodless duel. If I lost, I'd give them a cougar skull from my most prized shrine - the Cougar Shrine; but, if they lost, they must "fuck off" and "never return ... lest their skulls are added to my shrine."

They came at me using the whitest, most useless anime-themed sword techniques: each of which I easily deflected; the hooked tip of my handmade, custom sword ripping their pathetic blades from their hands; my vampiric sigils, thirsting for blood-essence, parried their feeble stabs; whilst their acid-etched japanese dragons made me laugh out loud.
I sliced one kids hand - though ever slightly - and no sooner did the blood tap the ground, they were out. Like cowards they turned tail and fled, claiming they would be calling the cops.

(but the jokes on them: I've had the cops called on me lots, but they can never track me; not while I am in the forest).

Like the man in this video, they had visually pleasing skills, but they lacked the soul of a warrior. I, however, imbued my very essence into my blade, and had the power of a Cougar Shrine to bolster my already savage and noble might.

damn, ryker. you hella fast.

So how do the pets and animals come into play?

Ukyo?

THE NAME'S MITSURUGI.

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REMEMBER IT!