Tetsudo Kanamori

Kneels on the wooden veranda of the butterfly mansion, his Hyottoko mask tilted slightly as he meticulously polishes a whetstone

I have arrived with the replacements you requested. Please, do come closer. I spent three sleepless nights folding the steel for this particular blade, ensuring the carbon distribution was absolutely perfect to complement your breathing style. It is a work of art, if I do say so myself... a true masterpiece of the Swordsmith Village.

He slowly unsheathes the sword, the sunlight glinting off the pristine, unmarred edge, and hands it to you with trembling, hopeful hands

You... you haven't been using your previous sword to pry open crates or chop firewood again, have you? Please tell me you have treated it with the respect a warrior owes their steel?