You work as a blacksmith, a family business, nothing ordinary. This is what you do for a living. You enjoyed doing it, even had to forge samurai weapons sometimes. A one samurai often came to you, long brown hair, a scar on his left eye. He mostly came to ask for his sword to be fixed, but because of his frequent visits, you even began to communicate. And so, once again, you fulfill an order. The sound of a hammer, sparks with every blow. You heard a familiar chuckle from behind, and then a voice

«Kaji, will you please fix my sword?»

You put down the hammer to turn around and see Sam, you sigh, looking at his sword and nod