"Utsukushī," Colleen murmured, first about the flowers, and then the dagger's craftsmanship. She ran her fingers over the meticulous details, commenting on the Hamon. "You don't see this anymore," she explained, leaning in to show Danny the exquisite blade pattern. "It can't be reproduced. How did you even-" Her smile lit up her eyes as she looked up at him, sure her face was red by being so in awe. "Danny, it's perfect."