Sending a delivery.

Okane had put the finishing touches on the weapon that was ordered. With a smile he inspected it once more. As per usual it was a masterpiece. Everything she had asked for and on the bottom of the pommel was a small Stag symbol to mark it as one of the great Okane weapons. Not that the midnight ore wouldn't do exactly that. He would shift the weapon as the seals would glow slightly. He hadn't known at the time but he was making a weapon for the Hokage of all people. So the polish, the sharpened edge, everything was done to perfection. Even the etched in seals were done in such a way that they looked like vines climbing the blade. Once he was done with one final look over Okane would smile and sheath the weapon. Quietly he would move to the dutiful bird that had brought the payment and order to begin with. Using the scroll the delivery bird had to seal the weapon within. With a small pat to the top of its head the bird let out a cry before spreading its wings. Returning to the home it came from. Delivering the sword to the Hokage.

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