"Ah! I apologize, how silly of me not to notice." Ultra-Dimension bowed a little as Guls commented on his reason for using the sword. "I often forget about the technological devices I use being unique to me, so natural their use has become."

"I have a device for reducing the lethality of my blade. Allow me to show you." Ultra-Dimension raised his left arm, and with his right hand, popped free a panel, the underside of the panel becoming a screen, while the revealed circuitry looked reminiscent of a keyboard. A few buttons were pressed. "If you're interested, I could try and manufacture a version for your blade, if you are willing to entrust it to me."

Towards the end of his statement, a high pitched, keen whistling noise could be heard before, with a resplendent crash, what resembled a somewhat long and thin bomb, almost like a missile, slammed through the roof, making a small circular hole before smashing into the floor, only the rear half above ground level.

Outside, the announcer could be heard yelling, "MY ROOF!?!" For those currently looking out the window at him, he was falling to his knees and clutching his hair in frustration, which luckily kept the microphone out of direct line of fire for his scream of despair.

Ultra-Dimension seemed to pause for a few moments. While his mask was as impassive as ever, one could almost imagine the being inside mulling over the implications of what he had just done. A few more buttons were pressed.

A few moments later, another missile slammed into the grass a few yards from the announcer. This time, the top of the missile, after it landed, opened up, revealing a neatly stacked and bound together pile of cash, and a display with the names of local emergency construction contractors.

"Er... Ahem, as I was saying...." Ultra-Dimension coughed slightly awkwardly before walking over to the missile in the room. He drew his blade dramatically, reacquiring his flair, before stabbing it into the missile longways so that the blade went into it like it was reentering its scabbard.

"Lock Acquired. Activating Super Galaxy Samurai Nebula Rebound System." A dispassionate female AI voice chimed in.

Ultra-Dimension ripped free his blade from the missile, tearing bits of it out, and his blade now had strange segmented devices attached. Almost like scales, or vertebrata in their segmentation, they were attached to the blade by magnetic clamps on the rearward edge of the katana, and could be seen to be able to fit together over the edge like beaks. The scales shifted back and forth experimentally once or twice, before sealing together over the blade, the seams glowing a sizzling neon green. "System Engaged."

It now resembled a practice sword or a sheathed blade more than a normal sword, and it was now very much blunt.

"The system protects the edge, and has a cushioning system in case it hits a target so hard that the blunt force trauma is deforming the flesh to a dangerous degree." Ultra-Dimension politely presented the blade hilt first, as though it still had an edge, to Guls for his inspection, if he so desired.

On one hand, Guls deception seemed to have fooled Ultra-Dimension completely. On the other hand, he had admitted to being a sword aficionado, or at least, close enough, to another sword aficionado.