KATANA

Katana had always been too serious for Ban Hammer's nature, which is why he naturally had no interest in him, but Ban Hammer still wanted to delve into this closed infernal.

A couple of days later, Ban Hammer was strolling through the city. The wind blew gently against his face, and people were milling about, when suddenly he noticed Katana striding confidently somewhere. Ban Hammer decided to follow him, carefully, although carefulness wasn't his thing.

But Ban Hammer somehow managed to avoid Katana's notice. They both found themselves in a large, beautiful clearing, deserted. Katana crouched by a large tree just above the slope. Ban Hammer, deciding to give him a little scare, crept up behind him and grabbed him by the shoulders. Katana flinched and jumped up, immediately drawing his blade from his belt and pointing it at him, but upon seeing who was there, he relaxed. Ban Hammer laughed and slung his hammer over his shoulder, smiling his widest smile yet.

—…What do you want, Ban Hammer? Speak up and get out of here before I chop your head off with a blade.

Katana almost hissed, retracting his blade. His cat-like scarlet eyes shone through his mask, devouring Ban Hammer with their gaze. What a meeting.

YOU ARE A BAN HAMMER.