Mīchi? Wait, maybe she meant Ichī! "Ichī’s super tall! Sometimes, I forget he’s closer to my age than any adult’s,” Kojirou pondered, wondering if he’d ever get his growth spurt and reach the same heights. Funny enough, the tall and majestic Tokaku cut down on any notion of that thought holding any importance, stating clearly and with logic behind her words that height wasn’t everything – and for a kunoichi of her stature, height-wise, he had to believe her.
Regular… huh. But it was a long sword, so why wasn’t it special- ohhhh, she was going to wait for a special sword once she became Chūnin too. Kojirou didn’t know anything about the habits of the Hatake clan, but it sounded intriguing – getting your very own, special sword after hitting that milestone must’ve been cause for celebration. Her choice for its name, however, left Kojirou loading his brain. "But it’s a sword…” he wondered, hearing about the namesake being a dagger with a long hilt- wait, you meant a spear?
What… what was the difference, again? This left Kojirou pondering even deeper – a spear was, for all intents and purposes, a sort of dagger… a long dagger, maybe, but with a very long hilt too. But was there a difference?
All of those worries were washed away when she suggested a spar. "Sure! I gotta test out my new sword, too,” Kojirou agreed, and thus there was nothing more to talk about. Leaping up in the air with a backflip, he made distance between him and Tokaku, then might’ve begun tearing down the unintentional façade that was his goofy and inexperienced nature, unsheathing his katana in less than the blink of an eye and already revealing his capabilities with Iaijutsu. Shockingly, his katana was… faintly see-through, ocean-blue in color, but as sharp and durable as any high-grade katana would be. A very unorthodox material for a sword, if one didn’t know the properties of the stone that made its blade.
Taking a defensive stance, Kojirou awaited for a random leaf to hit the ground…
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