(The simulation flickers again and the visions around them collapse, giving way to the clean, quiet simulation room they'd started off in.
Tsurumaru rights himself, bringing his sword back, sheathing it at his side and turning over to look at Aki,)
I thought you were a swordsman.
(Maybe he isn't? But then why carry a sword at all.)
If it was real, you could have injured your good hand. (And he holds one hand up in front of him, fanning out his fingers to show his whole palm as if to show what he means,) Then you would have none.
(There's a distance to his words, as if he's speaking from somewhere farther away than he really is but his words are direct and sharp this time. A battle is no time or place to waste on vague words and riddles.)
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Tsurumaru rights himself, bringing his sword back, sheathing it at his side and turning over to look at Aki,)
I thought you were a swordsman.
(Maybe he isn't? But then why carry a sword at all.)
If it was real, you could have injured your good hand. (And he holds one hand up in front of him, fanning out his fingers to show his whole palm as if to show what he means,) Then you would have none.
(There's a distance to his words, as if he's speaking from somewhere farther away than he really is but his words are direct and sharp this time. A battle is no time or place to waste on vague words and riddles.)