In the real world, Japanese swords are marked by legends that mainly revolve around their origins and the method by which they are crafted. Many of these legends include swords such as the katana that are made through processes of repeatedly folding steel and were primarily made in earlier periods in Japanese history. In fiction, however, these swords carry legends of their strength and superiority over other weapons which have caused them to be central weapons in fiction both in and outside Japan. Americans, Europeans, and Asians have all incorporated the Japanese swords like the katana into all styles of fiction ranging from games and comics to even television.
Many legends surround Japanese swords, the most frequent being that the blades are folded an immense number of times, gaining magical properties in the meantime. While blades folded hundreds, thousands, or even millions of times are encountered in fiction, there is no record of real blades being folded more than around 20 times. With each fold made by the maker, every internal layer is also folded, and so the total number of layers in a sword blade is doubled at each fold; since the thickness of a katana blade is less than 230 iron atoms, going beyond 20 folds no longer adds meaningfully to the number of layers in the blade. Folding a blade only ten times will therefore create 1024 layers; 20 times will create 1,048,576 layers.
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I can't imagine this
I'm so in love with hating
you're such a hit and miss
such, such, such bitter flavour
we still are alone
we still are alone
i can survive like this
so why would i ever wanna change at all
i'm not the one that
this a second side of me you never saw
when you last breathe
i sold my chances to be the air you need
when you last breathe
it's 4am and we're apart when you need
I can't imagine this
cos i'm so in love with hating
you're such a hit and miss
such, such, such bitter flavour
we still are alone
we still are alone
when you last breathe (ahhh)
i sold my chances to be the air you need
when you last breathe