[Every slash of his blade brings Kanesada more and more satisfaction. This is what he was made to do, not be an ornament like Hachisuka Kotetsu - though he is definitely a pretty enough blade - but to cut, to bite, to taste an enemy's blood. He is a sword forged in the middle of conflict, intended to kill.
It is easy to let this bloodlust overtake him whenever he faces a formidable foe. He may not physically taste blood or whatever the enemy has in place of blood, but his hands grip his sword tighter and he throws more strength behind each attack. Again and again and again until finally he feels the blade tear its way through and he falls to his knees.
Kanesada stares ahead and sees nothing while catching his breath. Just takes this moment after victory to exist before he pushes himself to his feet before he undoubtedly has to jump right back into the fight -
Until Lan Wangji speaks. Settle, he says, and Kanesada remembers. He is the weapon, but he is also the warrior. He has to be human, too, as much as he can be, despite his soul being anything but. He looks at Lan Wangji and blinks, then shakes his head clear of his thoughts.]
Right. Right, yeah...
[Lifting his blade, he settles it in the crook of his elbow and swipes it against his sleeve, clearing it of whatever viscera may still cling to it. He sheathes the sword and takes a new breath.]
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It is easy to let this bloodlust overtake him whenever he faces a formidable foe. He may not physically taste blood or whatever the enemy has in place of blood, but his hands grip his sword tighter and he throws more strength behind each attack. Again and again and again until finally he feels the blade tear its way through and he falls to his knees.
Kanesada stares ahead and sees nothing while catching his breath. Just takes this moment after victory to exist before he pushes himself to his feet before he undoubtedly has to jump right back into the fight -
Until Lan Wangji speaks. Settle, he says, and Kanesada remembers. He is the weapon, but he is also the warrior. He has to be human, too, as much as he can be, despite his soul being anything but. He looks at Lan Wangji and blinks, then shakes his head clear of his thoughts.]
Right. Right, yeah...
[Lifting his blade, he settles it in the crook of his elbow and swipes it against his sleeve, clearing it of whatever viscera may still cling to it. He sheathes the sword and takes a new breath.]
Thanks. For the assist.