[ He couldn't help chuckling at that, shaking his head. It's pretty common for people to misunderstand, but it didn't bother him. Nagasone kept that smile as he reached for a menu to look over what they even have here--

Oh it was American food. Talk about a fish completely out of water. He's squinting at what it's offering, unfamiliar with quite a bit. ]

I'm a katana forged in the 1800's in Japan. There is a legend in my home country that after one hundred years, objects attain a soul. From that soul, certain psychics can create a physical form to go with it.

That's what I am. I'm the Tsukumogami of the sword someone once carried.