[Kojuro stays silent as Arisato accepts that this is a gift to him, quietly watching how he moves--but mostly his expression as he lifts the lid from it.
Inside the box, both lid and base lined with padded teal cloth, lays a katana and sheath, entirely handcrafted, deadly sharp, strong and shining. The length, shorter than Kojuro's own nodachi that Arisato had used before, is perfect for the boy's height, it's balance ideal for ease of use as well as power.
Upon closer inspection of the blade, polished to a mirror sheen, Arisato would be able to see, on the upward facing side, the kanji for life engraved delicately below the tsuba.
Meanwhile if he were to flip it over, he would find something much more special. Something one knowledgeable about history would recognize as the Katakura family crest, engraved as carefully as the kanji had been.
The final engraving, even had there been nothing else, would be clear enough indication of just how important to him Arisato had become.]
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Inside the box, both lid and base lined with padded teal cloth, lays a katana and sheath, entirely handcrafted, deadly sharp, strong and shining. The length, shorter than Kojuro's own nodachi that Arisato had used before, is perfect for the boy's height, it's balance ideal for ease of use as well as power.
Upon closer inspection of the blade, polished to a mirror sheen, Arisato would be able to see, on the upward facing side, the kanji for life engraved delicately below the tsuba.
Meanwhile if he were to flip it over, he would find something much more special. Something one knowledgeable about history would recognize as the Katakura family crest, engraved as carefully as the kanji had been.
The final engraving, even had there been nothing else, would be clear enough indication of just how important to him Arisato had become.]