Having been taught to wield sharp objects since an early age, Leonardo was the perfect choice for this task. He handled the knives deftly, completely at ease.
Holding the impeccably sharp blade at a precise angle, he sliced. Sliced again.
He worked silently, methodically. It was almost threapeutic.
Sushi night in the lair was the only time he was allowed in the kitchen with the intent to make something edible.