Joe screamed for dear life as he saw a small nick on Tatiana's Principe—but he straight-up lost his shit when he discovered a few micro nicks after leaning at it like it was a piece of jewelry that needed to be examined. While it was true these blades weren't meant to clash against metal but actual flesh and bones, it couldn't be helped if we were to spar with them.
But yeah, seeing nicks from one's brand-new sword would frustrate even me—and I was a little sorry for it—but Tatiana couldn't care less while Joe was this close to taking the Principe back.
Tatiana rolled her eyes, "It's bound to have nicks when used like this. We spar with real swords occasionally, even you sparred with—"
"OCCASIONALLY?!"
I had to calm Joe down, "Easy, now—"
"Why am I the only one losing my shit here?! How about your katana?! That's some expensive shit, right?!"
"Priceless. Not expensive—"
"YOU'RE RUINING YOUR— Huh?"