The Sword and The Acrobat

Valen would be fighting the pain the entire time that it would take Shiroi to shatter the blade. The moment she did the screeching would stop and he’d suddenly be able to think once again. He’d blink himself to wariness before suddenly catching the hilt she had tossed him while she looked like a human dicso ball. He’d immediately put it back into his pouch, intending to use the self repairing ability of the sword later, but not even in front of witnesses. Besides , the quiet was just too precious right now after all that screeching. He looked to her and looked her up and down. As she continued to glow multiple colours as if she murdered a damn fairy before shrugging. “So what now?” He’d ask simply as he made eye contact and to wait for her response. ‘Now with the damn sword out of the way maybe we can have a semi decent discussion.’ He’d think as he glanced up at the sky real quick to get a quick judge of the time. It was still early in the evening so he’d be up and about for a while. He began to wonder what kind of training he could do if Shroi stuck around. Otherwise he’d just repair the sword and continue.

WC: 215
TWC: 3532

"Well actually, I've got some ideas for training, but you'll have to wait a few minutes. I kinda had to hide a thing when I went by the church and it completely escaped my head that I'd have to get it back. So... I'll be back in like, probably two minutes or so."

Shiroi would reach down and pick up the broken part of the blade that had landed on the floor. "Can I keep this?" she asked inquisitively. If Valen approved, she would run off with the blade, sliding it into the pocket of her hoodie. If he did not, she would simply drop the blade (even if this was a rude response, such as if he had asked for it), and would run off. She would return a few minutes later with her BoKali staff, only to see.......

Shiroi would return to see Valen holding his weapon, he would take it out of the pouch when she walked out of sight and activate the first ability. The sword would immediately repair itself at a speed of 50. He’d hear the consciousness return as the sword regenerated itself in a flash of chakra. When it fully formed he would first test the second technique of the blade and swing it, extending it to a ten meter long whip before returning it to it’s normal size. He’d check the blade for imperfections before swinging it down and unleashing a crimson disk, similar to the one he tried to bisect Shiroi with, and firing it down the field before sheathing the sword. He’d then speak to the weapon in his mind ‘I know you’re fine, are you done acting like a perverted idiot again or do I need to let her break you again? I get the feeling she wouldn’t mind..’ He would say into his mind toward the sword who merely grumbled back ‘I’m fine, I won’t do anymore perverted shit with your new damn girlfriend you sorry sack of shit,’ Valen would sigh exasperated before simply deciding to let that one go and looked towards her. “Are you ready?” He’d as simply as he stood at the ready with his hand on his hilt, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice.

WC: 233
TWC: 3765

Shiroi held the BoKali from one end, letting it rest upon her shoulder. It's dark matte metallic grey length gave nothing away about what made the weapon truly special.

"Yeah, I'm ready," Shiroi would say. She made no attempt to enter a 'battle stance', instead deciding to idly stand in her spot. She would even yawn, if given enough time to do such.

[I need something but still have nothing... sorry]

Valen would raise an eyebrow at the young woman before sighing and placing a hand on the hilt of his sword. He would spread his feet apart to prepare to quickly draw his sword at a blindingly fast pace. He would take in a deep breath, letting the rejuvenating air revitalize his body before he would begin to draw his blade out at a rapid pace. Halfway through the blade clearing it’s sheath though he would stop, noticing how high the sun was in the sky. He realized he was late for another engagement. He quickly snapped the sword back into its sheath and bowed his head respectfully to the lady. “I apologize, but I must be off to a premade engagement.” He would say politely. “Rain check?” He’d ask with a eyebrow. No matter how she answered he’d head off toward his home to shower and prepare for his plans. It wouldn’t do to be much later after all.

[Exit]

WC: 160
TWC: 3925

Claiming 19 stats

Well I guess I'll approve you, you deserter you