Star Wars action figures reimagined as samurai

The months leading up to the release of The Force Awakens have been filled with some amazing toys being shown from companies like Lego and Disney, and now we take a look at the upcoming Star Wars samurai figurines from Tamashii Nations.

It's a really cool blend of east meets west. For example, the Royal Guard edition is based on the akazone samurai and comes with both a katana and a huge staff. My favorite is the Ashigaru Sandtrooper, which features matchlock guns, a sword, and a cool backpack. The Ronin Boba Fett is an eye candy, while the Samurai Taisho Vader is quite boring for me.

The infamous bounty hunter will hit Japanese stores in November for 9,950 yen (around $82)—but you'll have to wait a little longer for the Royal Guard and Sandtrooper action figures. They're out in March and February of next year, respectively, and will both set you back 8,856 yen (around $73).

[h/t: Toybox]

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