Hana Oshiro - The Last Samurai
The pink-haired woman frowned a bit when Alexandre confessed to not actually being a sword master. "I see." She crossed her arms over her chest and only stared at him for a moment with a disappointed look, but that soon turned into a smile. "If you ever want to truly learn the ways of the sword, just ask." Hana gave him a thumbs up before holding her left arm out. A white glow came from her hands as her Requip magic came into play. Once the light settled down it was easy to see what she had summoned. A black sheathe with the katana still in it, the hilt just as dark. "It's much better to use real swords, after all." Hana's right hand reached across, pulling the katana from the sheathe slightly to reveal the blade.
Even the steel was black. "This was my first sword that I could actually call my own, the Infinity Blade. A legendary weapon that my father had procured and passed onto me the day I defeated him. Here, feel how light it is." Without much warning, Hana completely drew the weapon and tossed it to Alexandre. He would find the katana to be rather light, though probably not as light as his own blood sword. "The katana design is the best. Perhaps you should consider using... that... as your..." Hana slowly turned towards the bar, facing Matt and the returned Ira.
"Excuse me for a moment, Alex..." The sword in his hand and the sheathe in Hana's glowed white as they were sent back into the pocket dimension. All the while Hana herself approached Ira. She came between him and Matt, standing very close to Ira though not in any particularly threatening fashion. "I'm surprised," Hana told him, before moving her face closer to his, as if she was trying to see directly into his thoughts. "You know if he wakes up that you will probably die, right?" After examining his face for a moment, Hana removed herself from his personal space. "I can't understand why you decided to come back..."