Weapons and blades, of course

Shiro set her sword on the host's counter. "I'll be taking that prize in the weapons tournament. There are none finer with a sword than I."

"If you say so," the clerk shrugged, noting her weapon of choice on his scroll. "Just so you know, this can get deadly." Shiro gave him a light smirk. "Of course you know that... so what should they call you in the arena?"

Shiro shrugged. "So long as you get the name right, see what I care." She returned to the waiting area, sizing up the various opponents while she ate and drank lightly. Eventually, they called her out to the arena floor.

"Now for our next match of the armed fighters' tournament! Introducing first, wielding the katana is Shiro the Sexy Samurai!"

"I both love it and hate it," Shiro smirked as she waved to the cheering and whistling audience. Most were probably just admiring her looks and chest than her actual potential as a fighter.