After the Scottish claymore-like Greed was symbolically brandished and stabbed into the ground, the Red-Nosed Clown ignored the shadow's near-roar of a question and reached his palm toward the fourth blade.
"Sloth"!
Casually drawn as before, the Red-Nosed Clown carefully examined this Japanese katana for a moment. It was slightly longer than Kansei Masamune and Murasame, but its grip felt much lighter, and the blade was so sharp it seemed as though it could easily slice through anything in the world.
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