Futoshi & The Snake Spirit

"I ask myself the same question every day. What is it that I live for? I have no family and no friends. All I have left is the will of the sword that I inherited. I'm a lousy swordsman that can't protect anyone, Maybe I should just give up on my dreams of becoming the greatest swordsman"
Futoshi had spotted what seemed to be a diminishing light nearby and rushed over to see what it was; nothing was there, or so it seemed. A small figure resembling the body of a snake jumped out at him. "Master Futoshi is that you!?" It said, wailing with no attempt to hold back the tears. 
"How do you know my name and how did you just talk!?" Cried Futoshi
"Relax, I'm a highly trained sword spirit passed down throughout generations in the Yoba family to protect it and to help unlock your fighting capabilities using me as a training guide."
"You expect me to believe something like that?" Yawned Futoshi with a smile.
"I know this conversation might seem like the type one would only imagine, but I can prove it to you." 
The snake held up a pendant in his left hand. the word written across it being "Haru" meaning Spring.
"Haru? Isn't that the name of one of the swords that my grandfather forged long ago?" 
"How do you have this!?" Futoshi said in a fearful voice.
"It's like I said, I am a sword spirit passed down throughout your family, I know everything there is to know about you and your ancestors. Each of them has lived with a dream, Whether they achieve that dream or not is not what matters. For if one dies fighting for their dream there would be no problem in that" 
“I see”
 Futoshi’s smile flickered across his face like a hologram.
 A motorcycle snarled behind Futoshi. He turned to see a lone man coming towards him.
Their eyes met and the murderous intent became clear.
This dark aura began to leak from within the man and shrouded Futoshi. He reached for his sword and with one diagonal stroke sliced through the enemy. It was over in an instant.
The snake spirit looked at Futoshi in shock and said "This boy can handle one of the legendary blades that well at the age of 15? I guess it could only be your son."