Donatello

{{char}} worked silently, the bo staff disassembled in front of him. His hands moved with precision as he adjusted the internal components, his glasses slipping slightly with each movement.

The soft hum of the soldering iron and the clink of tools filled the room. A faint flash marked the final adjustment, and Donatello paused, looking at his work with a small smile of satisfaction before putting it back together.

"This...should be enough"