Two Two strokes of bamboo lay side by side, like twin arrows marking the Pledge in the soft yellow light of lanterns.
A brave samurai tapped his Sword on the wooden table, the metallic clang echoing as he signed the Pledge with a ceremonial cut.
Above it all, a giant Large hand reached down, holding the bamboo tight, making the Pledge impossible to break.
Red cords curled around the bundle, the scent of old ink and bamboo filling the air, and villagers whispered, “契りが結ばれた!”-the Pledge was bound, sealed, and unforgettable.