But a good fighter uses them to their advantage. [He states, and it sounds so matter-of-fact that it’s evident Mamoru not only believes it, he uses it often. Just as casual as the way he holds the sword like it’s part of him.

He raises it just a little, holding it sideways. This guy - what was his name, Saber? Sounds like code, much like Blade - looks unarmed, even if in the echoing quiet of the room Mamoru could even tell just how odd his strength seems to be. Unlike the foe the Regency snatched from his path, there’s something just simply unstudied about him.

He had felt the same thing with the teacher in the Marie Antoinette.

So he stretches it out for him to see.] Not this one. This was in my room when I arrived. I usually have my cane with me. And the other sword the cane encases. But that’s a razor compared to this.