"This? This is Korbo." Bee tugged the scabbard from where it rested on its holster, and held it horizontally, pushing the blade free with his thumb.
"An O-katana. I always had a thing for Japanese swords. Laminated steel blade, that subtle curve... the best pieces are as much a work of art as a tool of war." He inched the blade from the scabbard, revealing its full length, the edge a bright white contrasting against the dark gray of the core. With a brief flourish, it disappeared back into its sheathe.
"I love this sword." he stated with a soft smile.