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After glancing at the equipment, and then at the owner's elaborate attire, which he would have appreciated as "nice" on any other day, but not today, the shinobi pulls out a cloth with a prepared blade and slowly unwraps it. After letting the metal breathe for a moment, without saying a word, he presents it to the man for evaluation.
- This is a job for the great Jingo, - he concluded after finishing the inspection, - any other craftsman would ruin it.
—It's okay, I can see that no words are needed. —the more down-to-earth man patted the shoulder of the emotional theologian. —It was an amazing performance, though, it's a shame it went by so quickly. Where are you going now?