Leo blinks. Then his shoulders relax into an easy line. "I did."
He tugs his strap over his head, lifting the swords off of his shell and resting them parallel on his lap. The braids wrapped across their tsuka are still dark with moisture, but for the most part, they've dried out from their brief rest in the water.
Leo's palm smooths over the saya of the blue-braided katana first. These are personal stories, but after all Wan's shared with him, he sees little harm in touching on them. "I forged this katana with my brother years ago, after I lost my previous swords in battle."
His hand then trails to the brown-braided katana, and his expression grows a little sadder, for all the fondness there is. "This one belonged to a little ninja I met in this world. My cousin."
His younger alternate-universe self, to be more specific, but he's always felt more like another part of the family.
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He tugs his strap over his head, lifting the swords off of his shell and resting them parallel on his lap. The braids wrapped across their tsuka are still dark with moisture, but for the most part, they've dried out from their brief rest in the water.
Leo's palm smooths over the saya of the blue-braided katana first. These are personal stories, but after all Wan's shared with him, he sees little harm in touching on them. "I forged this katana with my brother years ago, after I lost my previous swords in battle."
His hand then trails to the brown-braided katana, and his expression grows a little sadder, for all the fondness there is. "This one belonged to a little ninja I met in this world. My cousin."
His younger alternate-universe self, to be more specific, but he's always felt more like another part of the family.