When I was little my auntie loved pirates of the Caribbean and my weird godfather was like a real life ninja or something and they kept asking me if I'd rather be a pirate or a shinobi. I was like five. Don't know what a Shinobi is. Obviously, pirate, her influence mattered more to me bc she looked like bayonetta.Whateva. But this dude was very intent on changing my mind. He got me smoke bombs. Sometimes a little tnt here and there because he was an explosives engineer as his dayjob. He taught me how to make the moltov cocktails, got shurukeins for my bday, a grappling hook, brass knuckles, smoke bombs with fun colors, I already had nunchucks bc I was in martial arts in a specific class-but when I was 13 for my b'day he gave me a katana. Like sharpened and everything. Taught me how to cut branches and shit with technique, there was a note that said specifically not to use it to kms and then I never saw him again. That was a part of my childhood. I kept getting the katana taken away bc I used it to poke holes in my ceiling. I have nobody I can tell this to. I still have it, it's in my room in a corner.
He was in love with my mother like for a long time but to this day she won't tell me why she left him
Here's the katana pic @levy-the-artist it's old and went through three separate moves and not every mover was the kindest with it
