Nobunaga would have loved to see the axe. He's obsessive about weapons, truly. "Dull as in uneventful, or just not sharp?" A sigh. "You have to be specific around here, even though as the leader of the poetry club," he's only the leader because he's the only weirdo who thought to start such a thing!! "I have no intentions to stop speaking poetically."

He nods politely, even though... he's not polite, and reflexively he wants to shout not to get used to it. "Nobunaga Oda, Earth, Japan, Hell. 1582 by Western calendar," a vague sort of wave, "Which is what most everyone else uses if they're from Earth. Not everyone is. But more than half."