Sakuramoria

- Ah... It came in handy after all... There were some real tough guys there, and if I'd faced them with just a regular sword, they wouldn't have left me in one piece. But with this, it was manageable. In the first round, there was this skinny guy, about my size. He grazed my shoulder, but he went down quickly. He should hit the gym and eat some meat... I don't really know him, he's some foreigner who came here. Something didn't seem right for him here. Maybe there are some conflicts between him and the Misorugians? I'm from here, but my city is such that I probably have some of that blood in me... you can probably tell by looking at me. You could easily mistake me for one of them...
She pulled out the Nameless Blade:
- I took it to the blacksmith. I hope that's not disrespectful to the master?... I just thought that it wouldn't hurt to have some kind of... let's say... adjustments made to fit my individual parameters? - she shrugged. - I mean, my physique probably isn't the most suitable for a weapon of this size. And it's a northern weapon, too... That's why... In the second round, there was a spearwoman with a shield. She also stabbed me, but that was my fault, I hesitated. I thought I wouldn't be able to get around the shield, the katana is quite bulky, but no, it worked. She seemed to instinctively try to jump away from the blade rather than take the hit, and that's what did her in. I guess it looks scarier from that side than from this side. And the third round... that was a woman, another foreigner, just like Aoki. She had this huge two-handed sword, bigger than me, if not more. I wouldn't even be able to lift it, but this woman... well, she wielded it like a toothpick. Again, she grazed me once, before we even started fighting. I thought that was it, I was going to end up... - she pointed with her finger towards the painting of Mana. - But I managed to pull through. Do you think this is a big sword? She kept getting hit and just kept standing there. I've never seen anything like it before. Except for that one old military dreadnought... And then I got killed, haha. A classmate shot me. It turns out that going up against modern firearms with a katana, even at close range, isn't a very wise idea. But I'm not upset, he killed everyone else and won. Besides, he's our class president, a good guy. It was a very useful event for maintaining his authority. Well, that's pretty much it.
The President absentmindedly lowered her fingers to the remaining hilt.
- Oh. And I also got this blade... "just in time"... - she pulls out Hinana and places it on the counter. - It looks menacing, but it seems... flimsy? The workmanship is beautiful, of course, but it definitely wouldn't split a log or pierce a shield in one swing. It doesn't compare to the Nameless Blade. ...Yes, I know that people name their weapons, and this one has a name too, but honestly... - Futaba scratched the back of her head, embarrassed. - I think it's... a little strange. A weapon is a weapon. - she shrugged philosophically. - People don't name their teapots or umbrellas or anything like that.