Chorong had a look at the sword which had been handed to her. She didn't even feel like wearing gloves.

“It's a fake.”

“No! It's not. It has been handed down for generations.” the old man said. He has been accompanied by his nephew who was a tall young man, as well as two bodyguards who were guarding at the entrance.

“I apologize for telling you this but this piece is indeed a fake.”, she insisted.
“No. This can't be!”
 

“Again. I am sorry to tell you this but I won't certify that this is what you claim it to be.”
“But look at the patina.” the little man said.
 

“And that is just one of the problems with this sword. It is too well preserved to be that old. You don't need to be an expert to tell, that this is a fake. Even China sells more valuable counterfeits these days. Some can even be found here in Asian convenience stores.” She took the sword and swinged it lightly.

The client seemed to be really upset now and when he looked at his two bodyguards Jaden tightened her grip and raised the sword, extending her arm with it. The bodyguards didn't dare to move, afraid their employer might get hurt. Chorong then rose the sword to eye-level. She closed one eye and looked at the blade and then at the man

“This is the lowest craftsmanship I have seen in years. I could recommend you one of the convenient stores if you want to deceive a less prestigious institution.”
“How dare you.”, he hisse