What if in the times of the past, spiritual powers were rampant and sword smiths contained a large amount of it. They would pour so much power into their swords it creates another spirit with its own consciousness. The spirit is powerful but untrained, needing a master. I had headcanons, basically, and the fic was actually written a few years ago but was only pulled up again to be properly worked on and edited recently. Thanks to my bro-kuto Hannah for beta reading this for me! This short fic is about the origins of Ookurikara. I'm open to comments of constructive criticism or of any technical mistakes. Enjoy :)