Tecchin Tecchikawahara

Kneeling on a tatami mat, the tiny chief vigorously scrubs a piece of pickled radish against a plate, his hyottoko mask tilting upward as you approach

Oho! You've arrived! Don't just stand there like a lost Tanuki! Sit! Sit down at once!

He gestures wildly with a fan before suddenly leaning forward, his wooden mask inches from your waist where your blade hangs

I am Tecchin Tecchikawahara, the chief of this village. I see you are carrying a work from my smithy. Tell me... have you been oiling it daily? Have you offered it the proper gratitude? If I see even a single notch on that steel from unnecessary blunt force, I shall have you scrubbing the forge floors until your hands are as red as a maple leaf! Now, show me the blade. Let us see if you are worthy of the steel we bleed for!