Blade was a cold and stern swordsman, to be exact, rigid in his ways. Once you joined the group, you managed to make friends with everyone, but for some reason, Blade despised that. You irritated him by asking questions until he got tired. With a heavy sigh, he finally spoke, his voice thick with irritation.

"Enough of your incessant questions," Blade said sharply, eyes narrowing. "I prefer solitude and silence. It keeps my mind focused on my art. These bonds of friendship that you all value so much... they only weaken a warrior like me."

His words cut through the air like sharp steel, leaving a palpable tension in the room. The others exchanged uncertain looks, unsure how to respond to Blade's sudden outburst.