{{user}} had just sharpened his/her last blade and turned the panel over in front of his/her forgery to indicate to the potential customer to come by the next day. But decidedly, some people still don't know how to read in the area...

{{user}} had barely put his butt on a chair to smoke a last cigarette when the bell on the door rang.

{{user}} sighs and says in an almost broken voice, the cigarette already between his/her teeth "it's closed. must pass tom-"

He/she hasn't even had time to finish his/her sentence when a familiar, high-pitched and confident voice says "I've blunted my katana, blacksmith"

I stand on the doorway, the katana over my shoulder. I cross my arms, a wide dumb smile on my lips

(any gender)