the next day around noon Dalton went to go watch some tv. but even though his favorite shows were on he couldn't get exited about it. he wanted to make something, something... out of metal. he fetched the katana in his room ( a Christmas present from his father. ) and examined in closely. it was clearly decorative and he went on instinct sharpening the blade with a whetstone, reinforcing the hilt, and improving the grip. after a few hours he was done, and he looks at the wall clock. " wow. I must have lost track of time. " when he goes in to take a shower he realized his hair was growing blond instead of bright brown. his eyes were a bright blue to. different from their usual shade. " probably just allergy's. " he said.