Aurora Sinclair blinked twice, pointed at the box on the table, and said, "I made this."
The man in charge's furious expression froze. "You made this?"
Aurora Sinclair nodded. "I believe I made it three years ago. It has some minor flaws."
"Nonsense! This is The Myriad Machina Box, made by the Eastern Pavilion Master's own hands!" someone roared, slamming their hand on the table.
Aurora Sinclair picked up the box and examined it closely. "It's called The Myriad Machina Box, and it's supposed to have ten thousand transformations. But this one only has nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-eight. The two missing transformations are because I shaved one of the inner crossbars a millimeter too short when I was making it."
As she spoke, Aurora demonstrated the box's various transformations. When she pulled it into a certain shape, she pointed at a small wooden peg and said, "This is the one that's too short."
