Unlike his angelic brother, Genji rarely attended the clan meetings that required his presence. Finances, territory, blah blah blah - it was all terribly boring. He'd very much rather be literally anywhere else that has nothing to do with clan responsibilities. Nothing was quite worth his attention.

Which is why he confidently strutted down to the blacksmith that carefully crafted the blades his family has wielded and trafficked elsewhere for decades. The highest quality swords in Japan. Nothing short of impressive and cool to Genji.

He didn't account for how hot it would be. It was quite uninviting, but Genji felt practically entitled to be there, being such a prominent figure in his family, after all. Unannounced and unexpected, he simply roamed the place like he owned it.