Here. What? What’s this? What’s this? Iguro-san, what’s this? Take them. Huh? For me? *nods* Whaaaaat? I’m so happy! I promise you, I’ll treasure them! No need to treasure them. No way. That would be such a waste. It’s fine. If they get ripped... I’ll give you a new pair.
Genya... Huh? Let’s protect our family together, you and me. Dad got himself stabbed, and now he’s dead. I feel a lot easier with him out of the picture... but without a father around everyone will feel lonely. From now on... you and I... are going to protect Mom and our siblings. Got that? What you mean is “from now on, too...” right?
The reason why he didn’t carve his name into such an incredible sword... This single character! This sword was forged with nothing but single-minded determination! This sword... was forged for this sole purpose and nothing else!
I was born into a shinobi clan. So when I was a kid, I led an unflashy life in the shadows as a shinobi... All my pent-up resentment from those days exploded, turning me into the flashy guy I am today. But that may be because I always had it in me.