Clorinde's Weapon Maintenance Kit

Clorinde pushed open the oak door of the blue-roofed shop, its bell jingling crisply. Inside, mechanical otters dueled with silver forks from "cutlery blind boxes," cheese flakes drifting like snowflakes onto shelves. Dodging an otter scurrying off with a cheese wedge, she rapped her scabbard on the counter: "Basic weapon maintenance kit." 

Kazuha peeked from the workshop, grease smeared on his cheek. "Recommend Snezhnayan military-grade, with auto-rust—" 

"Basic." Clorinde flicked a mora coin that spun into a wall crevice. She grabbed a dusty box labeled "Frugal Living" in faded text. 

Upon opening, the whetstone burst into a cheerful tune: "Ding-dong! Standard edge, serrated edge, or heart-shaped sparkle?" 

"Normal." The swordswoman deadpanned, wrestling the wriggling stone. Five minutes later, her blade had become Fontaine's first wave-edge sword, its undulating edge shimmering like rippling water. 

"This is groundbreaking cutting aesthetics!" Kazuha waved test results. "32 resonant frequencies! 200% rock-splitting efficiency—" 

Before he finished, Clorinde's blade coiled around a "dessert blind box," slicing macarons into equidistant layers that formed a Fontaine map. Charlotte's camera clicked: "Tomorrow's headline—*'Ice Queen Swordmaster Revealed as Pastry Artist!'*" 

At Meropide Fortress's quarry next dawn, Clorinde reluctantly swung her blade. The wave-edge sliced through stone like warm butter, debris stacking into neat cubes. Wriothesley nibbled a biscuit: "Quieter than chainsaws. Looks like Furina's frilly skirts, though." 

"Side effect." She sheathed the sword—only for it to snag the Warden's tie, shredding it into even strips. Wriothesley eyed his new fringe accessory: "Suggest supplying the prison tailor." 

In the cafeteria, Sigewinne gasped as pork chops were carved into Blubberbeast shapes: "Perhaps culinary art therapy!" Inmates lined up: "Carve a Genius Invokation card!" "I want Liyue dragon patterns!" 

In a corner, a spiky-haired inmate tried etching a love letter on bread, only to be bopped by the hilt—Kazuha's "anti-misuse system" at work. 

"I was just— Hey?!" Furina trembled, the wavy blade wrapping her gift box for Neuvillette into a pink bow. The Hydro Archon chased the sword around the room: "Stop! That's the Chief Justice's birthday cake!" 

Neuvillette later surveyed cake cubes skewered with "Happy Birthday" flags. Clorinde retrieved her sword: "Apologies. It's... drawn to desserts lately." 

At a diplomatic gala, a Snezhnayan envoy preened in sable fur—until the blade shredded his coat hem into tassels. "Latest fashion," Clorinde gripped the twitching hilt. "Repairs deducted from my fee." 

The Steambird's headline *"Ice Queen Sparks Weaponry Revolution!"* sparked citywide frenzy. Blacksmith Durand roared at apprentices: "Thirty-seventh failure! Normal whetstones won't work!" 

The Spina di Rosula guards complained: "Why do our swords alter trouser hems?" Kazuha pointed to fine print: "Optimized for Clorinde-grade lethality." 

But Navia gleefully used the wave-edge to slice guild documents into lacework: "Saves renovation costs." She ordered fifty custom blades engraved with Spina emblems. 

During a stormy dockside clash with twelve "Hearth" assassins, Clorinde's blade whirled silver arcs through rain, reducing weapons to metal shavings. Their leader wailed at his backless cloak: "At least let me keep dignity!" 

"New spring collection suits you." She flicked lace scraps with her tip. Meropide's tailor shop later received an anonymous order: fifty "Midnight Rose" prisoner uniforms. 

Trying a sample, Wriothesley's ruffled collar auto-adjusted to perfect creases. "Outdoes tailors." He added a note: "Design Furina's gala dress." 

Mid-trial, Clorinde's blade suddenly flew at a lawyer—slicing forged ledgers into puzzles that rearranged into truth. "Evidence requires updating," Neuvillette tapped his gavel, lips quirking. 

Investigations revealed Kazuha's "justice sensor" in the hilt. Furina proposed: "All courtroom blades need upgrades!" Neuvillette silently fed the proposal into a shredder after watching his seal get carved into petals. 

On maintenance day, Clorinde polished her sword. A mechanical otter charm fell out—Kazuha's apology. It blinked: "Master looks cool today!" 

Across the street, a swindler fled Sigewinne demanding "OCD treatment fees." Otters pilfered his spicy chips, wrappers spelling "karma" in the wind. 

At Fountain of Lucine, kids sliced cloud-shaped candy with toy wave-blades. Forges advertised "weapon cosplay services" despite 10% success rates. Lyney's magic show featured smoke carved into Liyue landscapes. 

Clorinde walked through bustling streets, otter charm swaying. Charlotte captured the moment: *"Steel and Softness—The Warmth Behind Fontaine's Sharpest Blade."* The Steambird sold 100,000 copies that day.