His eyes lit up at her name, his hands instantly clapping together. "Yes! I knew the markings were familiar." He chuckled happily as he instantly put the name of the sun goddess to memory. To think he would meet such a deity in a place like this? How strange. But then, how strange to be a sword in a human body.

"Amaterasu-sama... please call me Mikazuki." His creator's name was not something he tended to use as names of swords seemed different in comparison of typical Japanese names. "Munechika Sanjo was my creator and my name was bestowed on me for... Ah.. yes, you may not know?" He smiled brilliantly and shifted to pull his true form from the elaborate sheathe at his side. He held it out for her to see, the blade resting on gloved fingers so she could see the patterns in the metal. "The patterns resemble the crescent moon."

Pausing, he touched a long sleeve covered hand to his lips in thought. "Ah, yes.. you may not know what I am either. Hm..." He indicated the blade again. "This is my true form. Ha ha... a bit strange, ne?"