chaeyoung presses the edge of her daggers against the the tip of her finger, pouts when the she finds the edge dull. they've slashed a hundred people since she got them last year which is good but they require much more maintenance than she had anticipated.

she takes out three whetstones and pours water on the roughest one first. she angles the edge, slides it against the whetstone, over and over again. it's a slow process, one that she has to complete properly if she wants to keep these daggers. she flips the blade to the other side and continues. they had taken a quarter of her savings to get and she's really not willing to fuck this up. not until she assassinates her next target and gets filthy rich from the bounty. chaeyoung switches out the whetstone for a finer one, repeating the process.

the sun is laying low when chaeyoung finally finishes. she holds the daggers to the sky, studying the dull shine on them. she places them back on the table rummages through her bag for the wax she needs. she dabs the wax onto a rag, and then rubs it onto the surface of the blade, smiling when she sees it glow under the moonlight.

chaeyoung stills, theres someone in the forest, watching her. she laughs, getting up and flips the daggers in her hands. what a wonderful opportunity to test them out.