Materials used:
-Replicant matter x20
-Amberoot Log x 5

Yato's gaze fell upon the charm that they had been using for the past while. Supposedly, it had been taken from a rebel soldier, and was used for good luck. Yato had to admit that it worked, and quite effectively. Whether the more mystical properties of the charm were properly known or not, Yato could feel that underlying power, that resolve, the determination to fight on. That said, as effective as it was... it didn't quite match themselves. Calling it their charm didn't make it their own.

That said, it should be fairly easy enough to harness it. Redirect that will to survive, subvert it into the will to fight on. The will to pierce the flesh of the unjust. Carnage wasn't quite their style, but mix that rampaging instinct of the basic Iti with that more noble will to survive, temper it with some of their own magic... that should work fine. And so, for that, the Replicant Matter! Yato believed it to be the most suitable material for the job, though the fact that they had used it in the past on their bow was not lost on them. It should be tamed, but better to keep them apart just in case.

First things first, the simplest thing was to allow the replicant matter to integrate into the charm, the almost viscous matter seeping into the charm. Give it a moment to grow integrated, then attempt to begin to replicate itself... and smirk to themselves, placing a hand onto the charm, a swirling coil of fire snaking down their arm into the charm. Stimulating that will of the charm, that desire to survive ingrained into the charm... to fight back against that Iti desire to consume. A tenuous balance, consumption versus survival. And one that would last only as long as it needed to, as Yato reached over to those logs. Taking them, a tendril of fire snaked it's way into the log, to ingrain it with the desire of that spirit within Yato themselves. That blessing of the phoenix, life returning from death. Within a few moments, those logs alit, and crumbled to ash, leaving behind just the amber. Those ashes, though, did not fall. Sticking to the amber, Yato made haste to the charm.

A tricky procedure, Yato had to enchant that charm without tipping the balance in such a way that either side would outright win, but instead cause a melding of the desires. A wave of the hand, Yato melted a groove into the amber, then another, forming a... seal, of sorts. An intricate circle with curves and lines inside. The ashes settled themselves into the grooves, emblazoning themselves as the form of that seal. Yato clenched that amber, then with a grimace, shattered them. As though recognizing its destruction, the amber lit with a bright, neon orange flame, ashes alighting once more into a pure crimson, the resulting specks of dust and crystal swirling around. Reforming. Yato placed the charm right in the center of where the amber was reforming. Right in the center of that imbued immortality Yato had given the amber, the balance of the charms internal warring desires shifted, instinct paling in the face of certainty, of determination. The amber formed itself around the charm, amber resealing, with the charm at the center, a thin layer, and the engraved lines of ash. There. Yato couldn't help but smile, that simple charm, with nothing to it but the will of one soldier, shifted and reformed into something more. Something more... suitable, for Yato's own senses. Revival, ravenous bloodlust, and determination, shifted into one. Eternity. And the power to make it so. To die and be reborn from the ashes, for eternity cannot be halted. And the charm, to serve as a focus, for Yato's eternity. Hm. So they were eternal. Yato knew this, but that gave them more insight into it. Not an inability to be killed, but to come back eternally from death. Curious, that. Yato slipped their charm into a pouch, and nodded.
+1 Will of the Shogunate.

Materials used:
-Soulblessed Alloy x5
-Santified Alloy x5
-Eversteel x5

While the last item was a reaffirmation of what Yato was, this was to be something different. A reinforcement of ideals, materialized. A reminder of what Yato should be. Something that felt right. Natural. To be a guardian, of eternity, and the justice behind it. That which was eternal had an endless chance to grow, and better themselves. That which was eternal was worth guarding, must be guarded. And so, Yato drew her blade. A gift from... someone. Yato was sure of that. Was it? It was odd, they should know that. The blades name, at least. It was lost to them, though. A fact that Yato had just now realized, and one they were ashamed they had not realized sooner. A samurai should know their blades name. They knew of the Worldly Spirits, that which was inside every beast and plant of the name, and the namesake of their bow, a Fell Beast.

If they did not know their blades name, they would simply have to give it one, then. Or draw out the name until it revealed itself, either would work. Regardless, Yato drew a few of the various metals from the endless abyss that was the inventory, and set their blade in the wood of the ship. Now, from the descriptions what the whispers of the materials told them of their essences, Yato had a plan. Blessed metal, and cursed. The Eversteel was the latter, and the most stubborn. Almost refused to give up its secret, but Yato had learned enough to utilize it.

The cursed metal could be offset with the blessed. Yato was unsure of the nature of Ordo, but they knew of the name, if not the finer points. It held that blessing, which could be drawn forth, and used. And so, Yato took an ingot of Eversteel, and one of the Soulblessed Alloy, and settled themselves on the deck. Their aura flared, pink, orange, and red, shrieking with the fury of flame as it formed above them in the shape of a bird. They smirked, holding each ingot in one hand, then tilting their head down, closing their eyes. They could feel it. Writhing about in one, barely contained within the metal, that raging fury, beyond even that of the Iti, to simply consume. To destroy and consume until there was nothing at all. Oblivion. Eternal, but far from eternity. Not the sort of eternity Yato was interested in, anyways. The other, stiller. Almost too still. Now this... this was order. Purity. The antithesis to that other. Both eternal in their own way, but in opposite ways. Curious. Regardless, Yato inhaled, two trails of fire spiraling down their arms towards the ingots, curling around them. That flame, orange and red, flared up as it seeped into the metal, allowing that energy a release, through Yato. The left trail, shifting black and purple. The right, a pure white. But this was not what Yato was interested in. Rather, Yato brought their hands together, the aura around them screeching once more, purifying the trail back to the orange and red, and pushing that energy out, forcing it to intermingle with that pure opposite, order and entropy, purity and corruption. Mixing the metals together, melding them into an unstable alloy. To combat this, Yato took that third metal, sanctified alloy. Perhaps not as blessed as the Sanctified Alloy, but Yato didn't need that. In fact, using that much purity would override the Eversteel's durability.

Instead, allowing it to intermingle, Yato gripped the Sanctified Alloy, that gentle hum intensifying with Yato's encouragement, seeping in as a medium between the Eversteel and the Soulblessed Alloy. And then... a surge of heat, sweat dripping down their chin, Yato surrounded themselves in a corona of white fire, a shrinking corona as they condensed that heat to a single point between their hands, to combine those three alloys, without betraying any of their intrinsic natures. The result, an alloy with that entropic unwillingness to accept that which was not it, surrounded by a pure core of blessed metal. A stressful process, but one they must repeat. Not in the exact same way, though. They drew their Wakizashi from the ground, and flipped it up in the air, balancing it between their legs as they sat. Those same three metals, the remainder of the ones they had grabbed. Again, that same heat, this time, placing the two ingots on each side of the blade, allowing it to intermingle around the blade. Melt down the metal within the blade, mingle the pure, though mundane, metal, with the more supernatural purity. Pure order, pure entropy, and something that was pure, without either. Reforging the blade, to form an edge that was keen, stubborn, and most importantly. Pure.

Purity. A necessity for eternity. Exceptions could not be allowed, imperfection must be corrected. To be eternal was to be pure. Or perhaps the goal of eternity was to seek purity? Pure purity, if such a thing existed. A reforged blade, Yato had to strive for that purity. In one form or another. To be just. To defend. A deep breath, their muscles trembling as sweat dripped from the exertion of the heat required, and from the control to prevent it from affecting the ship. Their aura alit, far more subdued than before. That phoenix, barely shimmering above their form, before it swirled around the blade. Yato swore an oath to themselves. The exact words were unimportant, and likely gibberish, but the sentiment behind it was simple. To be just in all things, and defend those who were just from harm.
+1 Warding Wakizashi.
+1 Neglected Eversteel Alloy (crafting material?)