[The care is appreciated, enough that Kashuu won't even gripe at him for RUMMAGING THROUGH THEIR STUFF or swinging around blades in their apartment!! And he'll step back too, because yeah. He sure doesn't want to find that out, either.
It's what follows that really surprises him.
He knows that Yato and Yamato practice kendo together, so he knows Yato's got to be good, but this? The elegance, the quickness, as if Yato's hands were made to wield live steel? It's a little unreal - kind of like actually being able to feel the cleanness of the cut and understand on an entirely bizarre level exactly how impressive that was.
He ends up folding his arms over his stomach in a reflexive move of uncertainty, shuffling forward a little as Yato's picking up the paper, though he doesn't need to look to know the edges are neat.]
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It's what follows that really surprises him.
He knows that Yato and Yamato practice kendo together, so he knows Yato's got to be good, but this? The elegance, the quickness, as if Yato's hands were made to wield live steel? It's a little unreal - kind of like actually being able to feel the cleanness of the cut and understand on an entirely bizarre level exactly how impressive that was.
He ends up folding his arms over his stomach in a reflexive move of uncertainty, shuffling forward a little as Yato's picking up the paper, though he doesn't need to look to know the edges are neat.]
...How did you even do that?