looks @ her with awe like hello yes i would like to learn more of the sword from u

Tempered steel is a great weapon, and greater still when wielded by one of exceptional skill and knowledge; such a truth is irrefutable, even by the most simpleton of beings. The cloth dragged along the honed edge of curved blade is christened in its duty by the blood it scrapes away, cleansing the metal —— perhaps it is fair that he does not see the red. ( Not yet, not yet, she chides to herself, gaze lingering upon the working of her hands so as to not burden him with the weight of it, —— he is young yet, and has time to learn the value of blood spilt. ) Immediately thereafter the Warrior heaves a sigh in preparation, a flourishing motion tucking the soiled cloth where it could not be seen, a flash of light the only indication that the blade ( previously lain across her lap ) had moved at all; the point of the sword is towards the ground, and the handle is extended towards the youth.

If he wished to test its heft, she would allow it —— all the better that she begin to train him with something which had already quenched its thirst for bloodshed.





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