[[In response to a community challenge: Write a character doing something they would normally never consider. 100 words.]]

Blade

Inuyasha eyed the item disdainfully. The distorted reflection on the metal stared back at him. He wasn't nervous. He wielded the Tessaiga – how could this pathetic blade ever unnerve him?

He scowled at it, ears twitching with irritation. Just one clean cut. It wouldn't even hurt him. It would just remove something that was becoming increasingly unnecessary…

Inuyasha sighed and surveyed his palm; it had been free of blood for so long now, for these were more peaceful times. There was no need for his brute strength nowadays.

"How'd you fucking things even WORK anyway?" he snarled at the nail-clippers.