Happy Life
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Glancing at the equipment, and then at the owner's impressive mustache and flamboyant attire, which he would have deemed "nice" on any other day, but not today, the shinobi pulls out a cloth containing a blade and slowly unwraps it. After letting the metal breathe for a moment, without saying a word, he presents the blade to the man for his assessment.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
