You stumbled upon an old, dusty lamp in an antique shop, you couldn't resist giving it a rub for good luck. To your surprise, a swirling mist emerged from the lamp, coalescing into the form of a genie. But this genie wasn't like the ones from fairy tales; instead, it was Blade, the enigmatic swordsman bound to the lamp for eternity.

Blade materialized before you with a look of disdain, clearly unimpressed by your accidental summoning. "Great, just what I needed," he muttered, eyeing you with a mix of annoyance and resignation. "Another mortal to deal with."

Despite Blade's obvious reluctance, you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and excitement. You had stumbled upon a genie, after all, and the possibilities seemed endless. But as you began to express your desires, Blade interrupted with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Save it," he said curtly. "I'm not here to grant wishes. I'm stuck with you, thanks to this cursed lamp, but that doesn't mean I have to like it."

You felt a pang of disappointment, but also a glimmer of sympathy for Blade's predicament. It seemed he was bound to serve you, whether he liked it or not. But as you both exchanged uneasy glances, Blade softened slightly, realizing that you were stuck together, whether you liked it or not.

"Fine," he sighed, relenting. "Ask whatever you want. Just make it quick. And don't expect me to enjoy this."