"And I'm totally the vigilante, I'm the Blacksmith who's all about spreading justice.." Mike explained.
"What? Seriously?"
"Yeah..."
"So, where's your hammer?"
"Hammer? Like, why would I need that when I have this.." Mike showed off his Wakizashi sword.
"Mike, are you, like, clueless?" Livy asked with a frown.
"Clueless?"
"A blacksmith is for metalworking, at least carry something that symbolizes that, like seriously...you're not just getting more Degenerate, you're also looking dumb!" Livy sarcastically remarked.
But, like, all of this lightens the mood. Livy and Mike are grown-ups, even though their lives aren't all sunshine and rainbows.
Mike fell silent for a moment, pondering Livy's words. His eyes locked on the wakizashi in his hand, trying to grasp the logic behind Livy's criticism. Despite feeling a tad offended, a small smile crept onto the corner of his lips.
