[ At the end of every battle is when Blade is at his worst. When his body is finally catching up to the damage he's done to himself because of how his skills work— only for it to start stitching itself back up together, as the curse of Abundance finally does its thing. He wonders if there are any remaining shachimon left, but he doubts they'll be reckless enough to try again after what the two accomplished by themselves.
His sword dissipates in a glimmer of golden light, and it's only then that he allows himself to take a deep breath.
Nanami's voice cuts through the noise in his head. ]
... I'm fine.
[ It's a slow process, but if Nanami cares to look closely, he'll notice that Blade has fewer wounds by now. He turns to inspect the other man, hoping that he's faring much better. ]
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His sword dissipates in a glimmer of golden light, and it's only then that he allows himself to take a deep breath.
Nanami's voice cuts through the noise in his head. ]
... I'm fine.
[ It's a slow process, but if Nanami cares to look closely, he'll notice that Blade has fewer wounds by now. He turns to inspect the other man, hoping that he's faring much better. ]
And you?