The Desert Rogue watched as Okane prepared a glass, and once offered to him he's kindly accept--"Thank you." he'd say, going ahead and clanking his glass with Okane's when the businessman raised his glass for a cheers. Azuma and the man would both take sips of their alcohol at the same time, and like the showman he was--Okane would rip away the satin cloth and reveal the weapon. Finely crafted, a work of perfection and specification. An Okane original, crafted just for Azuma--made of his experimental, or now successful, metal ore.
Azuma seen the man step back, telling him to feel free to check out the weapon. One to hold his opinion, Azuma stepped closer to the desk, gently setting down the glass now half drank, and would carefully pick up the blade. The weight, the quality, even with just looking at it in its sheath...he knew this was something special. It was worth well more then his home, that was for sure. He slowly examined it, face expressionless, quiet--stoic as he did. With a movement smooth but quick, he would slide out the blade, the sound of it unsheathing echoing throughout the office. Azuma examined the blade...the signature tone of the Midnight Ore blade shimmering in Azuma's mismatched eyes.
He'd slowly slide it back into the sheath, the click of it closing solid, reassuring, perfect. Azuma smiled. "A beautiful piece of craftsmanship, as expected from the man being called The Grand Merchant..." he'd say, gently placing the weapon back on the table. He'd reach around his back and slide his current sword from his lower back, a simple market bought Chokuto...Azuma would slip a scroll from his sleeve, and with some quick movements--likely all a blur to Okane--the man would seal away his sword and replaced the scroll back in his sleeve.
"Its an amazing sword, worthy of its name...Sabaku no Kaminari." he'd say, casting a subtle smile to Okane, before picking the glass back up, and raising it back up to offer Okane another cheers. "I thank you for allowing me to possess one of your masterpieces." he said as he offered the cheers--regardless of if the man obliged or not, Azuma would swig back the drink and finish it off, placing the glass back down on the table. He'd again pick up the weapon, and for a moment fiddle with the spool of wire, checking it--smirking before letting it retract in. Exactly as ordered.
Azuma's ear burned, the sound of a bird chirping outside, the man looking back out to the balcony of Okane's penthouse. Sitting upon the railing was a messenger bird. Azuma figured it was for Okane, and would step over to the door and open it, expecting the bird to fly in over to Okane. But no. It flew right up to Azuma...they did live in the same building after all, and this message was for him. The man blinked, and would lift his arm up. The bird landed on his arm--and Azuma would unhook a message from its leg, opening the tiny scroll and quickly reading it. He'd shut his eyes and sigh, slipping the tiny scroll into his top and letting the bird go, the man turning back to Okane.
"I've been summoned for a Mission...I appreciate the drink and hospitality Okane, I'm sorry to have to cut this short. But I feel a lot better now, knowing I have one of the best blades in the land by my side." he said, giving Okane a smile towards his great work. Azuma slipped the blade in behind himself, into where his old sword once was, flat across his lower back--fixed up with his hip pouches. With that--the man gave a wave to Okane, and quickly slipped out the door and off the balcony, gone in a literal blur of speed for Okane.