Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140521023836/@comment-11588669-20140522233703

Kūkan grit his teeth. His foot shifted back, his grip tightening on the blade just a bit more as he saw the American student point his weapon at Kumori. His agitation was visible...and the shadows around him seemed to writhe and twist, appearing malevolent and angry. After all...the swordsman was extremely protective of his blade.

"Calm down, Kūkan. I'll be fine...and it seems his wooden blade also has a spirit...though, he's not like me. I'm a portion of your soul that's developed it's own personality...with a little help. This...hmm...doesn't seem natural."

"Regardless...if he makes a single motion, I'll remove his head." The male stepped beside his companion, never sheathing his blade. "I assumed everyone would be too busy with their own free time to even notice me. I was sparring with my partner." He reached up, and wiped blood from his eye. He had a gash just above it, leaking the ichor into the organ. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. "If you must know, this is Kumori. She's...well, she's my best friend. And my katana." He exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed. He really, really didn't want to deal with this right now.

"...I understand I'm attractive, but is sticking that piece of wood at me really appropriete right now?" Kumori asked suddenly, a mischievious glint in her eye. Kūkan blinked, and turned to his sword. "Then again, boys never seem to get a hint..."

"...you did not just say that." The male turned to Kumori, an unamused look on his face. Along with a light blush of embarrassment. With a sigh, he looked at the Shinai, and raised an eyebrow.

"So, what's with the glowing twig that can talk? It's not a normal spirit blade. It's almost...disbalanced. As if it's not natural."