Japanese swords, spears, knives, wakizashi... the sacred land of blades, Blade Hall.
At the elegant Shinise Ryokan they are met by the landlady and good friend of their landlord. While Natsuno traveled far to sharpen the dull blade of her favorite scissors Hasajiro, she secretly had another motive.
Yeah, I was stupid to think I could 
count on her for even a second.
Ich war ein Idiot, auch nur eine Sekunde
zu glauben, sie wäre eine Hilfe.
Sí, fui un tonto al pensar 
que podía contar con ella.
É, foi estupidez minha considerá-la
como algum tipo de ajuda.