[If he were any other sword, he might actually take offence at being told he has no taste. As it stands though, he can't really deny that he doesn't have any real taste in clothes. He knows what he likes and that's just whatever is comfortable and easy to fight in.

He does balk at the suggestion that he can be "fixed," but that takes a back seat to the introductions.]

Name's Doudanuki Masakuni, a war sword from the south. We're weapons so being strong should be good enough. I don't have any need for style or taste.

[He shifts the red helmet under one arm, eyeing Azusa's clothes warily.]

I'm also called Doutanuki in stage plays and stuff, but you can call me whatever you want.