While the "blade" in front of me could technically do some damage, it was still an insult to label it as a katana. It had the rough outline of it— and as much as I love to repeat myself over and over, this shit was just a lame fucking attempt to hoodwink gullible people.
So yeah, I just picked it up and caused a commotion as several alarms went up but as everyone else ran over to see what was the cause, me, it made things fucking easier since I just made my "Hermano" hold his dumb purchase up.
"YOU—"
"That's a fake, I'm doing you a favor."
In less than a second, half of the blade flew to the opposite end of the room, and I just sheathed my blade like it was nothing. However, everyone else was just looking at Mr. Cuervo's reaction which was the complete embodiment of chaos.
It was because he didn't know whether he'd continue to be pissed off or be impressed, sad, happy, or whatever the fuck emotion he'd pick after because he cared a lot about his name and image.
