[ That does sound really freakin' surreal but Yato's seen the effects of punching Kashuu's sword firsthand so yeah... yeah. He takes the sword and holds it with a bit more care than before. ]
Just stand back. Let's not find out what it feels like if you accidentally cut yourself.
[ He digs up a blank piece of paper (because he's way too familiar with this apartment) and again finds the clearest part of the apartment. He looks back once to be sure that Kashuu isn't in swinging range, takes a breath, and tosses the paper in the air.
If he focuses...
If he lets his mind go...
He can cut it.
His body moves like one far more experienced. The blade makes an elegant arc, an extension of himself as he lunges forward. It carves a line through the paper as it folds on itself mid-air, and the paper slides apart in not two, but three sections.
Yato bends to pick up a slice of paper, examining the handiwork. The edges are as clean as could be. ]
no subject
Just stand back. Let's not find out what it feels like if you accidentally cut yourself.
[ He digs up a blank piece of paper (because he's way too familiar with this apartment) and again finds the clearest part of the apartment. He looks back once to be sure that Kashuu isn't in swinging range, takes a breath, and tosses the paper in the air.
If he focuses...
If he lets his mind go...
He can cut it.
His body moves like one far more experienced. The blade makes an elegant arc, an extension of himself as he lunges forward. It carves a line through the paper as it folds on itself mid-air, and the paper slides apart in not two, but three sections.
Yato bends to pick up a slice of paper, examining the handiwork. The edges are as clean as could be. ]
Not bad...