Saji the bladesmith was famous across all of Sang-La for the beautifully lethal katana, wakizashi, tanto, and kodachi he created for the samurai. A master of the sacred arts of forging, folding, shaping, polishing, and sharpening, he would often disappear into his forge for weeks, needing only rice and water amid the blistering heat and cacophony of hammer blows, to emerge holding a priceless blade created for a specific set of hands down to the thickness of the thread used on the suka. When the corruption came for him, it came quietly. A man he did not know requested a blade for the legendary General Noroi, a blade that would be used to defend his daimyo's castle from the nightmarish invaders rumored to be approaching from the east. The man even brought a gift, a sack of high-grade tamahagane to use for the blade's steel. Saji put his current work aside to focus on Noroi's blade, unaware that the gifted ore he used had been mined from the caverns beneath Blackwal and carried an insidious form of corruption. The smoke, dust, and sparks he created while forging the blade all carried this corruption, and it seeped into Saji's lunges, pores, and soul. He felt nothing at first, but when the nameless man took the blade away to present it to General Noroi, Saji felt a great emptiness. Though he was ashamed to admit it, he wanted to see the blade cut, slash, and stab. He wanted to be near it, see it perform, watch it set the blood free. He followed the peasant roads to the great daimyo's estate, arriving just in time to see his beloved blade remove General Noroi's head. The corruption within him burst free in celebration of the victory, rending his flesh and setting him afire, and Saji collapsed in shame when he realized the katana he created had wrought such carnage. Still, he could not resist the corruption in his blood, which compelled him to follow General Noroi and his cursed blade on their reign of terror. It did not take long for him to join in.