| [Nov. 11th, 2008|01:31 am] |
"Yeah, those are almost like really fat kodachi," Ginta agreed. He started to carefully water-walk over the shallow ford--he had chakra to spare for now, so no need to get wet. "So you're one of those garroters, are you? Do you cross-dress, too?" Perhaps, he thought, when he felt a wave of silence hit his back, that had been pushing things too far.
"I like my katana, myself, but I do a lot of genjutsu." Talking about weapons in general, maybe, would restore equanimity to the conversation. He hoped. "Remember those little scaled-down swords we got to play with when we were kids? Man, the first time Junmei-sensei brought those out, it was mayhem in my class. And I was like two years younger than everyone, so of course I got the smallest one. Proved you don't have to have a big sword to do good sword work though."
It's not the size of your blade, but how you use it some irreverent voice sing-songed at the back of Ginta's brain. OK, next topic of conversation? |
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