Credit where it's due, with as many gimmicks Sparks has seen in his life, Jack hits a completely new one. Going purely off past experience, this guy's likely full to the brim with some sort of wacky quirks that the cowboy has no interest in setting off.

Unfortunately, common sense doesn't outweigh impatience when someone's been scraping at metal for the last eternity. Sparks has bitten his tongue with every draw of the whetstone for the last ten minutes, and he's at his limit.

"I think--think it's probably sharp now." He cranes his neck to peer over at the samurai. "You think it's sharp? It looks pretty sharp."