“I can cut through anything, I think anyway.” Masami said, looking rather thoughtful for a moment. She slid the sword free again, and if hoping to prove the point she carefully angled the blade down to the metal base that the training dummy had once been sitting upon and pressed the edge of the sword upon it. Her hand moved slowly this time, and she didn’t place any strength behind it as she let the sword sink into the metal that offered up only a grating sound as protest. That and a faint ‘ting’ once the sword passed through to the other side and the whole contraption tumbled over.
Masami lifted the sword and gave it a flick sending out a dusting of iron shavings before returning the weapon to its sheathe. She scratched her cheek a little sheepishly, her gaze shifting from her partner to the walls of the room. “You think so? The lady at the front desk usually just complains about the work orders to fix things.” Well she hadn’t cut anyway that wasn’t made to be cut this time, so she probably wouldn’t be annoyed this time. The girl then looked back to Iris and her smile relaxed back into a more sleepy shape.
“What about your spear Miss Himi?” There was a faint pause, only a moment before Masami added a quick, “-ko.”
Masami lifted the sword and gave it a flick sending out a dusting of iron shavings before returning the weapon to its sheathe. She scratched her cheek a little sheepishly, her gaze shifting from her partner to the walls of the room. “You think so? The lady at the front desk usually just complains about the work orders to fix things.” Well she hadn’t cut anyway that wasn’t made to be cut this time, so she probably wouldn’t be annoyed this time. The girl then looked back to Iris and her smile relaxed back into a more sleepy shape.
“What about your spear Miss Himi?” There was a faint pause, only a moment before Masami added a quick, “-ko.”