( His gaze shifts to Yuta the minute he returns, alighting briefly on his face before it drops down to the sword in his hands. He can already tell it's a fine blade - Muramasa certainly had the set-up, but Geto had been treating the whole thing with a specific level of scepticism as is his wont - the quality shines through though, the tsuba pretty in a way he approves of. He lifts a hand to take it from Yuta, gaze twitching upwards in question before his hand settles on the sheath.
The sword is sharp when he pulls it free, and Geto hums a little. )
All right, I see now.
( Not a hack. Someone who knows what he's doing. He twists to face Muramasa again, head inclined in one direction, cheery little smile on his face. )
The proof is obviously in the using, but I can see why you're so popular, Muramasa-san.
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The sword is sharp when he pulls it free, and Geto hums a little. )
All right, I see now.
( Not a hack. Someone who knows what he's doing. He twists to face Muramasa again, head inclined in one direction, cheery little smile on his face. )
The proof is obviously in the using, but I can see why you're so popular, Muramasa-san.