[ Somehow... SOMEHOW this isn't the first dated old sword he's seen. It sticks out like a pointy sore thumb on the breakfast table, and Yato is immediately drawn to it. Like Nobu's sword, it's loved and worn... and like with Nobu's sword, Yato wonders if it's missing from some museum and the cops are tracing their way to this apartment right now.
Even so, he reaches for the sword with bare hands and thumbs it free from its sheath. The blade's edge catches his skin when he touches it, dispelling the possibility that it could just be a display sword. It's dangerous, but Yato has never been one to shy away from risk; he pulls the blade free slowly, captivated by the shine of the simple, beautiful steel.
He should put it back, but. What's a moment or two? He might never get the opporunity to hold a real sword again. He centers himself in the clearest part of the apartment and tries out a few stances from kendo. Seigan no kamae to te ura gasumi... In no kamae... Jodan no kamae...
The sword is heavier than what he's used to, unsurprisingly, but it's a good, sturdy weight. Makes him wanna swing it at something... He takes a banana and stands it up on a table, in a cheap cup. He aims carefully, tongue sticking out in concentration. Time for banana golf with a fancy sword driver--
The sword slices through the banana easily, but Yato's imperfect technique sends banana and cup tumbling across the table. Neat. Neat?? What else can he cut... Hopefully Kashuu and Yamato like fruit salad, because there's a bunch more sliced fruit coming their way... ]
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Even so, he reaches for the sword with bare hands and thumbs it free from its sheath. The blade's edge catches his skin when he touches it, dispelling the possibility that it could just be a display sword. It's dangerous, but Yato has never been one to shy away from risk; he pulls the blade free slowly, captivated by the shine of the simple, beautiful steel.
He should put it back, but. What's a moment or two? He might never get the opporunity to hold a real sword again. He centers himself in the clearest part of the apartment and tries out a few stances from kendo. Seigan no kamae to te ura gasumi... In no kamae... Jodan no kamae...
The sword is heavier than what he's used to, unsurprisingly, but it's a good, sturdy weight. Makes him wanna swing it at something... He takes a banana and stands it up on a table, in a cheap cup. He aims carefully, tongue sticking out in concentration. Time for banana golf with a fancy sword driver--
The sword slices through the banana easily, but Yato's imperfect technique sends banana and cup tumbling across the table. Neat. Neat?? What else can he cut... Hopefully Kashuu and Yamato like fruit salad, because there's a bunch more sliced fruit coming their way... ]