#but the long sword is two handed and more similar to the katana

[jackdaniel69nice]

When tokoyami said he knew how to use a sword hawks assumed he meant a katana and then the baby bird showed up with European longsword. Now hawks has no idea what to do unless toko picks up a katana and relearns everything from scratch.

[or0ch1maru]

idk if ur taking requests rn but can I request some headcanons of kakuzu with a fem s/o that’s physically really friendly looking until he finds out her main (and fav) weapon is a massive circular handsaw that’s stained with blood?

love ur blog btw !! 💕💕🫶🫶

Omggggg I squealed when I saw this. Adorable and funny. Fuck yea

Cw: mentions of fighting, tools, blood and weaponry

-you look so sweet, and friendly. Some people describe you as innocent, or pure even. That’s what Kakuzu thought when you two first met

-others have said dainty, outgoing in ways, and the list goes on. It doesn’t help that you’re half the size of your boyfriend. But yet again, many people are small to him as he’s over 6 feet.

-he always took you as a kunai or shuriken user, just like most shinobi. Or hell, maybe even a katana. But boy was he in for a surprise when he saw you fight the first time

-you didn’t pull out any blades, not even a sword, no, you pulled out a massive saw like tool.

-Kakuzu froze, just taking in the picture in front of him. His girl, HIS adorable, sweet, and friendly girlfriend who wouldn’t hurt a fly outside of the battlefield, yielding a circular blade that’s bigger than any tool or regular weaponry. He’s seen unique weapons, like his partner Hidan, even Deidara with his eye scope. But he’s never seen something like this

-he takes note of its use, well loved is his first thought. The handle seems to have been customized, recently updated because he can see red clouds with your name in red string embroidered into the leather that’s wrapped around the handle

-not only that, but your weapon of choice is similar to his partner’s. It’s good for not just close range fighting, but also good for distances.

-the rope or cord is tucked up your sleeve, the starting point is unknown to your boyfriend. He watches as the handsaw goes soaring a good thirty feet, hitting said target head on(no pun intended) before being retracted back into your hand

-the last thing he notices, is all the blood on it. Some stains being a little older than others but he sees more red than silver

-Kakuzu was so distracted by your, he figured favorite, weapon that he didn’t realize the mission was completed until you cheerfully skipped up to him. Joining him by his side that he was pulled out of his thoughts.

-he raised a curious eyebrow at you, watching you slide a cover over the blade so it doesn’t cause unnecessary damage on the trip back home.

-your boyfriend’s curiosity peaked more as he really thought about your skill and how easily you used the weapon that he would consider far too big for someone so little.

-“how-”, he started before your soft voice chimed in from below him

-“I’ll explain on the way home. It’s a long story.” You reply, grinning up at him

-he listens intently as you explain where and how you came across such a tool, and what made you pick something unconventional over a weapon that’s smaller and easier to use.

-“let’s clean it hm? Don’t want your favorite toy to get rusted doll.” He said as he took your tool off your holster, carrying it for you

-he didn’t want his girl to get tired now did he?

(I hope you liked this🫶🏻)

[xxcatzladyxx]

Demon Slayer Advent Calendar | Day 24 | Hashiras x Reader | Merry Christmas

Written by me! With the OC Miu from @lupina36. I wish you a Merry Christmas. Good food, lots of presents. I hope you enjoyed the advent calendar. Thank you for all the likes and the reblogs.

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It was the day of days. The best time of the year. Christmas. You actually liked Christmas. No, you loved it. The emphasis here was on actually. Ever since your family had been killed by a demon in the cruelest way and you had dedicated yourself to the demon hunters, you felt quite lonely on this special day. You missed your family very much, you suffered greatly from this loss. You had been very grateful to the pillars. They had picked you up after the incident with the demon and brought you to your master without further ado. Oyakata-sama had taken you in warmly and given you shelter. When he heard that you also wanted to be a demon hunter to save others from a fate like yours, he called his beloved children to train you a little. They did so without a murmur.

You saw them as something like a family. They were there to help and advise you. Were always there for you. Every single one of them. Even though their duties as pillars were very demanding, they always made time for you. So you were able to overcome your trauma and didn't do too badly as a demon hunter. But this success brought you very little that day. You longed for love and security. The loneliness was really getting to you. You looked sadly into the white distance. You thought of all the other people who were spending time with their loved ones and were happy. It stabbed you right in the heart. Tears welled up in your eyes. You wanted your family back in your arms. You cried bitterly.

Suddenly a knock broke through your sobs. You looked up with teary, red eyes. Your heart rate skyrocketed. Panic spread through you. No normal person would be out in this snowstorm. It had to be a demon. You were sure of it. And you would be defenceless against it. Your katana broke on your last mission and you hadn't received a new one yet. You didn't dare move even an inch. You were practically frozen with fear.

"Y/n"

You shudder. A demon who knows your name? Was it the same one from your last mission? Another knock snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Y/n!"

The voice sounds more than familiar. It couldn't be a demon, but what was it doing outside in such a heavy snowfall.

"M-Miu..." you said in a shaky voice. You got up from your seat and walked to the door. With trembling hands, you opened your door.  Sure enough, Miu was standing in front of the door. Her husband Kyojuro was in tow. You threw your arms around her neck with tears in your eyes. She immediately took you in her arms and stroked your back reassuringly.

"I'm happy to see you too. We wanted to pick you up because we have a surprise for you."

"A..a surprise?"

~*~

You had arrived at the Rengoku estate. "Close your eyes and don't open them again until I tell you to, okay?" Miu said to you. "Okay." She led you by the hand into the estate. She led you into one of the rooms and let go of your hand.

"You can open them again." You didn't need to be told twice. You opened your eyes and had to blink. First you had to get used to the light again. The pillars were lined up in front of you. They greeted you warmly and pulled you into a warm embrace. Miu joined them and held two gifts in her delicate hands.

"We all wanted you not to celebrate Christmas alone this time, so we decided to meet up here and surprise you. Here, this is for you." Miu put the presents in your hand.

You looked up from the presents. Your eyes felt watery. You couldn't have been more pleased.

"Unpack already," giggled Miu.

With a nod, you pick up the first gift. You held a haori in your hands. It reflected every single pillar. It was similar to Giyu's. Only it had more colors and patterns. You loved it already. You hugged it to your chest.

"What's a demon hunter without his sword?" Kyojuro held out a long gift.

"M-my new... Sword?" you asked incredulously. You took it hesitantly. All eyes were on you. You didn't waste any more time and unwrapped your katana. It was exactly what you wanted.

"Th-thanks, guys. You're simply the best."

[goodlucktai]

give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around

chapter six: my heart and the earth share the same rule

rise of the tmnt pairing: leoichi (leonardo / usagi yuichi) word count: 2k title borrowed from meteor shower by cavetown post-movie

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“Leo,” Raphael says softly.

Leonardo doesn’t seem to hear him. He’s braced for an attack. The sling is in two pieces at his feet.

Time inside the barn is frozen. This horrible moment drags on towards infinity.

April tries next, her voice trembling. “Leo, baby, it’s okay. You’re not in danger. He’s long gone, he’s never gonna hurt you again. I’d never let anybody hurt you, Blue.”

Leonardo’s gaze darts toward her, but only briefly. His eyes are nearly black with fear, pupils swallowing up all the gold. His bad arm is trembling so hard that Yuichi has no idea how he’s holding a sword steady in that hand.

Running footsteps are their only warning before Auntie bursts inside, ears upright on top of her head. Clearly she heard the noise and ran across the farm as fast as her prosthetic leg would allow. She only slows down when she sees for herself that no one is hurt.

“Fuck,” Yuma says, hand pressed to her chest. She leans into Auntie’s worried arms, which gives away how rattled she is. “It’s okay, we’re okay. The farmbotto came right up behind him and it—I think it scared him.”

The robot in question is a harvester. It’s huge, with a lot of moving parts, and it towers over Yuichi. Anyone might have panicked to have it lumber up behind them unexpectedly. Those accessories are no joke.

But this—this isn’t normal panic. This is Leonardo hardly able to breathe, gasping for air like he can’t get enough into his lungs, hands white-knuckled around the hilts of his katana. Blue sparks are spitting from the blades. His stripes are beginning to glow in the gloom of the barn.

When Raphael approaches, Leonardo’s eyes linger a little longer this time. They cut away again when the downed robot twitches. He’s teetering on the brink of fight or flight, as if every inch of his body wants to burst into movement, but something holds him back.

“When has April ever been wrong, huh, big man?” Raphael asks him gently. All the heartbreak on his face doesn’t make it to his voice. He sounds steady and solid, like he’s ready to move mountains if Leonardo would only ask him to. It begins to soothe even Yuichi’s rankled nerves. “Put those down, you don’t need ‘em. You don’t need to go anywhere.”

Leonardo drops the swords with a clatter, a mechanical wrenching open of his hands. An act of faith, unthinking and automatic, maybe before he was fully ready to go unarmed. His next gulping breath is more of a sob. His hands are empty and he’s alone and he’s afraid.

But a second later Raphael is right in front of him, on his knees so that he and Leonardo are of a similar height. What must be a full lifetime of absolute trust goes to work, does all the heavy-lifting, because the minute his big brother is front and center, Leonardo’s erratic breathing starts to slow into something more regular.

Raphael offers his hands to hold instead of another weapon. When Leonardo takes them, he folds his big fingers around Leonardo’s much smaller ones and holds on tight. It looks like it would take a whole entire second world-ending scenario to make him let go, and even then, he wouldn’t do it without a fight.

“I’m here. You’re safe with me, Leo. Raph’s here.”

Tears drip silently down the striped turtle’s face. He leans forward, straining against himself and the footprint of that awful fear, and Raphael meets him halfway, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close and tight.

Yuichi isn’t aware of moving until he’s standing at Raphael’s shoulder. He doesn’t remember how to breathe or think or be a person at all. Raphael doesn’t twitch as he approaches, doesn’t lift his head from where it’s tucked securely over his little brother’s, but he doesn’t need to.

“It’s okay, Usagi,” he says sotto voce. “That one wasn’t one of the worse ones. He’s okay.”

“Okay,” Yuichi parrots hoarsely. He folds to his knees and shuffles as close as he can, until he’s pressed against Raphael’s arm.

“Your boy’s here,” Raphael says for Leonardo’s benefit. “Will that help prove it? Bet you didn’t have anything warm and fluffy in the prison dimension, huh?”

The what?

Raphael gives Yuichi a speaking look. Yuichi reaches over carefully to touch Leonardo’s shoulder. The purple hoodie has slipped down a bit and the moment Yuichi’s fur brushes his scaly skin, a shudder runs through his whole body.

“We’re on the farm, remember? We were looking at the baby dinosaurs,” Yuichi says. His voice is flat and quiet, the way it gets when he’s overwhelmed, and for a brief, stunning moment, he hates himself and the way he is. He can’t even be normal now? When Leonardo needs comfort? Still, he has to give him something, so he adds, “I know my family is a lot to deal with, but you’re not getting out of this that easy.”

Raphael exhales sharply, the echo of a laugh. The last bit of tension finally goes out of Leonardo on the back of a sigh.

Yuichi can hear April talking somewhere behind them, her voice thick and wet with tears.

“—so sorry, about the—the robot thing, he didn’t mean to.”

“I can see that. Don’t you worry about that silly old machine,” Auntie replies at once.

“I’ll get Donnie to come fix it right away. I swear, better than new. He’ll probably put in something stupid, like a speaker system, or a Skittles dispenser, but—”

“Sweetheart, the robot is the last thing on my mind,” Auntie says, her tone gentle and no-nonsense at the same time. “Harvest season is practically over and it won’t kill my kids to get some work done the old-fashioned way for the next couple of days. I won’t hear anymore about it.”

“He was so excited to come here,” April mutters, a past-tense that puts a lump in Yuichi’s throat.

“He’s welcome back any time. Let’s get him inside.”

Raphael stands up with Leonardo tucked in his arms, face buried against the crook of his neck and shoulder. He’s awake, but clearly out of it, eyes glassy and half-lidded. April picks his swords up and wraps her jacket around the blades so she can hold them close to her chest, a substitution for holding the turtle they belong to.

“We’ll just head home,” Raphael starts, but he quails immediately under Auntie’s expression. In another time it would be hilarious, considering she’s maybe a third of his size.

“And let that poor boy get sick all over again? No, you’ll come inside and call your family, and let the little dear rest awhile.”

Auntie’s word is law pretty much everywhere, but especially here. So that’s what they do.

It hasn’t started raining yet, but the farmhouse and the fields are painting in dark shades of gray, and the air smells like ozone, pungent and sharp. It’s cold, and Leonardo’s shivering, and it’s making Raphael’s face do grim things. Yuichi, generally a fan of thunderstorms, abruptly resents the weather.

April is stroking Leonardo’s forehead, murmuring to him in what sounds like Japanese. There’s a glowing sheen to her eyes when she lifts her head, but it’s gone the next time she blinks. A trick of the light, maybe.

Yuichi stays behind to help Yuma round up the hatchlings, and she kindly doesn’t mention his shaking hands. The broken farmbotto in the middle of the barn floor is an elephant in the room they’re both pointedly edging around.

The sky breaks open when he and his cousin  are halfway up to the house, so they’re soaked by the time they make it inside. Yuma nudges their shoulders together gently before she peels off toward the bathroom.

With a towel from the linen closet draped over his head, Yuichi goes looking for Leonardo.

Raphael glances up when the guest room door opens. He offers a smile but it’s a pale imitation of the real thing. Leonardo is tucked under about a hundred homemade quilts and appears to be deeply asleep.

The bedside lamp casts the room in soft orange light. Rain is drumming against the windows, and the occasional rumble of thunder is faraway and harmless.

“April’s calling pops,” Raphael says to explain her absence. “Sorry in advance if your house gets invaded by a bunch of insane people in the next hour or so, but it wouldn’t have been fair not to tell them.”

Yuichi picks up a chair and carries it over to the bed, parking it next to Raphael’s and then slumping into it.

“It’s okay,” Yuichi says. His tone is still—ugh. He tries again. “Really. You already almost lost him once. It must have been horrible. Like I said before. I get it.”

“Of course it was,” Raphael says abruptly. “It was terrifying. Every day he didn’t wake up was the new worst day of my life. But…”

He clenches his fists. His eyes look closer to red than brown in the warmly lit room.

“He almost killed himself,” the big turtle blurts. “Not—not got killed, get it? Killed himself. He threw himself into a nightmare dimension with a monster who blew our strongest attacks away with the flick of one finger and then locked the door behind him. It’s a joke, how strong that guy was, and Leo—to protect us, to save everyone else, Leo—”

Yuichi feels numb. There’s a creeping sensation in the pit of his stomach, skin-crawling horror making a home for itself in his brain and his understanding of the world, but all of that is far away right now. He just feels cold.

Raphael picks up one of Leonardo’s hands and holds it carefully. His mouth is trembling, like if he were any other person, in any other place, he’d let himself start bawling.

“It was my fault,” he goes on. “I pushed him so hard to be a hero, and when the time came, he tried. He did what he thought he was supposed to. And then he was alone with that—that thing—and it hurt him, it almost killed him, but it—it was mean to him, too. My little brother, my little star, and it was so mean to him. We heard some of it on the—the comms, before—”

Raphael covers his face with one hand, the other still wrapped carefully around Leonardo’s limp one.

God, it’s no wonder Leonardo’s family hardly lets him out of their sight. Yuichi really didn’t appreciate how much of a miracle it was that Leonardo showed up for the visit today.

They’re all trying to cope with what happened, but how could they possibly? It doesn't even matter that they got him back, they still lost him in the first place. How do they come to terms with that? How does Yuichi?

“I thought Leo was dead.” Raphael admits this in a shameful whisper. “When Mikey opened that portal to save him, I thought it was already too late. But I still let him try. I—I didn’t want Leo to be somewhere cold. All by himself where, uh, where we couldn’t take care of him. I wanted to bring him home.” He lifts Leonardo’s hand, pressing it against his cheek, full of misery and love and fear that isn’t old enough to be a scar yet, still a gaping wound across his memories. “It feels like I failed him. Like I left a piece of him behind. He’s hurting and he won’t talk to me.”

Yuichi doesn’t even realize he’s going to speak until he says, “Leonardo talks about you constantly. I have the texts to prove it.”

It seems to take Raphael by surprise. He glances sideways at him, eyes wet with tears he hasn’t let go of yet. Yuichi plucks at the frayed edge of the damp towel he’s still wearing and just goes for it.

“He—he adores you,” he says, as earnestly as he knows how. This is the absolute truth but he doesn’t want it to get lost somewhere in his tone or expression. “He wants to be everything you think he is. If he’s… not telling you certain things, then… he probably just doesn’t want to disappoint you again.”

Raphael stares at him like he’s just started throwing things around the room.

“He could never—”

“Hey, I know that,” Yuichi cuts him off pointedly, and tips his head toward the bed, as if to say, he’s the idiot that doesn’t get it.  

A scuffing sound at the window has them both looking up. It squeaks open on tired hinges, and a pale little head at the end of a long, snakelike neck pokes its way inside.

That tiny hatchling from the barn climbs into the room with a lot of noisy scrabbling and lands in a clumsy heap on the floor.

Undeterred, she shakes off the rain and searches the room with grave yellow eyes. When she spots the figure on the bed she bursts into a scuttling run, clambering up the side of the bed with little fistfuls of the quilt.

Yuichi and Raphael watch in stunned silence as the tokage trips her way across Leonardo’s body. She gives the other two a deeply suspicious look, leans in really close to inspect Leonardo’s face, then seems convinced that this is the turtle she’s looking for.

She curls herself into a ball the size of Yuichi’s palm, tucks her long tail tight around her body, and goes to sleep right there on Leonardo’s cracked plastron.  

It’s completely absurd, but mostly it’s adorable.

“How did she even—?” Raphael starts, bewildered.

Yuichi laughs before he can help it, way before he thought he’d ever laugh again. He finds himself hoping April comes back into the room soon so she can get a picture.

“Looks like your brother found himself a keeper,” Yuichi says, glancing up at Raphael.

Raphael is already looking back at him. He still looks sad and tired, but there’s warmth and affection on his face, too. It seems to be his default setting. Even after everything, even with all the new stress and misery and concern piled on top, that doesn’t change.

It makes sense that he’s the biggest of his siblings, since he has so much caring to carry around with him everywhere he goes.

“Yeah,” Raphael says with a quiet smile. “Looks like.”

[kultofathena]

BattleBlades – Sengoku Bushō Shinken

The Sengoku Bushō Shinken from BattleBlades got its inspiration from the immaculately detailed Tachi swords of earlier periods of Japanese history. This Shinken sword represents a weapon of high ranking samurai and therefore more impressive what it comes to fine adornment than more ordinary katana  It is made of well tempered and sharp 1095 high carbon steel and functions as a katana though it has a very deep sori curve to the blade in the tachi style. The blade is clay tempered in the traditional manner to possess a differentially-tempered blade with a hardened edge and a shock absorbing core and spine and this tempering is self evident on the blade as a vibrant wave-like hamon that has had its beauty brought into its full brilliance with a fine finishing polish of the blade.

The sword has a hilt with components crafted from well-cast antiqued brass and its wooden grip core is inlaid with panels of black lacquered rayskin which is overlaid with well-knotted tsuka ito cord. The wood scabbard is crafted from smoothly polished wood with a clear and glossy lacquered finish. The sageo is knotted from brown silk cord to match the sword grip and likewise features fine antiqued brass detailing to pair itself to its sword. Silk sword bag and a manufacturers production certificate of authenticity are included.

In the text below you can read more about the history of the Sengoku period and some more details about the BattleBlades Busho Shinken Sword

The Sengoku period was one of the most warfilled eras in feudal Japan, lasting for 136 long years. In this period of Japanese history there were high ranking samurai and officers called the Sengoku Bushō that also acted as bodyguards for the rulers as they needed constant protection from the assassins of opposing states. Quite often, the weapons the Sengoku Bushō carried were more decorative and expensive, in order to address their higher ranking status. For this reason we decided to decorate this sword with antique finished brass details; gorgeous embellished harnesses fitted on the saya and kashira as well as a flower patterned fuchi and koiguchi.

The Sengoku Bushō Shinken sword originally got its idea from the Tachi swords of earlier periods of Japanese history. We wanted to keep the effective Koshi Sori-like deep curvature of the blade most common to Tachi, along with some of its other elements as well, e.g. the harnesses on the scabbard and the Tachi style koshirae. This handforged 1095 steel hybrid though is to be carried like a katana, as well as drawn and fought with the style and techniques developed for katana in the Sengoku period.

This sword has the deepest Sori (curvature) yet of all of our swords ensuring maximum cutting power and efficiency with less force. The wide full length bo-hi (blood groove) continues all the way to the Yokote line, which separates the rest of the nagasa from our appealing trademark; the O-kissaki tip. The wide bo-hi lightens and stiffens the blade, providing effortless handling. Flaming, vivid and extremely visible; the sanbon-suki style hamon is unlike in other swords we have produced. In contrast to the imposing nagasa and gorgeous flaming hamon line, we added a simplified brass habaki.

Even though the tsuka has many distinctive characteristics from the Muromachi era Tachi sword, like the tsuba and kabuto gane style antique finished kashira, the tsuka shape itself is a bit more katana-like. Delicate Rikko (hourglass) shape along with Tsumami Maki wrapping guarantees a firm and secure grip when wielding the weapon. The length of the tsuka on the other hand is similar to a Tachi; meant for a more spaced out two hand grip. When gripping the sword with two hands, the customized antique finished brass menuki fit perfectly into the palm securing a firm grasp. The dark brown Ito is secured with customized flower patterned antique plated brass fuchi and kashira, both beautifully framing the black rayskin peeking from underneath the Ito. Regardless of the decorative elements on this sword, we can guarantee that the balance this Shinken Sword is right on the spot and set for heavy tameshigiri.

The Sengoku Bushō Shinken scabbard is truly a masterpiece; curved to the maximum, fully unique and unlike anything seen before. The impressive brass fittings on the sword being a cherry on top of the cake. Thanks to the perfectly fitted seppa plate/s and koiguchi, the sword truly snaps into and out of its saya, leaving absolutely zero gap between the parts. The high grade dark brown silk Sageo is secured on the saya with a buffalo horn kurigata. The black buffalo horn kurigata adds a nice contrast to the lacquered light brown hardwood saya. The natural knots in the hardwood give the sword a distinctive and luxurious look. The antique brass semegane and sayajiri (cap) at the end of the saya, characteristical to Tachi, bring the whole design together. 

​As always, this Shinken Sword is guaranteed BattleBlades quality and comes with an embroidered BattleBlades silk sword bag as well as a serial numbered certificate. 

[lokidotir]

I've had this theory for a long time now. It's about Leo and his swords. He used his twin blades in the beginning, as they were the weapons he was trained with from an early age. (Trained is used very loosely here, more like the weapons he was most familiar with). He then breaks them and takes up using the odachi that he takes from Draxum's lab. We all know this, obviously. But we also know how bad he was at harnessing his mystic magic with the weapon.

Look at this!

The poor boy has no idea what he's doing. He went from duel wielding to single in just an episode, and his brothers give him so much flack for it.

But listen. Donnie wields a bo. And it was the same one he had previously to the others losing there weapons, so he didn't have to change his fighting style at all.

Raph fought with sai's, a duel weapon. He went to tonfas next, which was also duel handed, and also of the same size practically, and also used for defense just as the Sai was. He had to change very little with his fighting style.

Mikey went from duel wielding nunchaku, a weapon which requires a great deal of focus, to a kusari-fundo, a weapon which is also on a chain as his previous was. He may have had to change a bit from his fighting style before but the actions he uses are quite similar to what he normally does. Plus, the little demon kinda does a lot of the work for him. (Not saying anything bad about Mikey)

But then, there's Leo. He went from twin katanas to a single Odachi. Now, to me, that would hinder me something great. You can see his struggle when he fights Draxum. Sure, he's pretty fluid in his movements, as he can wield a sword just fine in one hand, but what is he supposed to do with his other?

We all agree that Leo has ADHD or something similar, and his fighting style had to change almost immediately from what he grew up knowing compared to his brothers.

Fighting with two swords would keep himself occupied enough that he can focus on the fight at hand, and still have his wits about him to make his jokes and oneliners, like a fidget or something. This is seen in us as humans who also have ADHD. When we have something to keep us occupied, we can pay attention to pretty much anything.

Now what happens when Leo is down to one sword, for two hands? His sweeps are awkward, his attacks are flailing, his focus is way off. And we haven't even mentioned his mystic abilities yet.

The power his odachi holds is telaportation. We see his struggle to master it throughout the entire show. He has to do a lot to use this power, which takes a lot of focus. Let's take a look.

Our boy has ADHD

He lost his duel swords and is now using a single blade

His hands have to share a handle to give him the focus he needs to do anything

He has a new power he needs to master or he might 'Portal chop' something on accident

Not very much in the list, but important. His portals need him to focus to turn on, he needs to know where he wants the other end to open (visualize), he needs to give it enough power to be as big or little as he needs, not to mention staying open long enough for the desired object to pass through. He also believes that he needs someone to rely on him to do anything worthwhile, as seen in the minotaur Maze, but he really just lacks any self confidence and needs others to lift him up, something else I believe he has in common with his ADHD.

As his brothers are figuring out their powers (excluding Donnie, as he doesn't use any til he unlocks his ninpo) Leo is struggling immensely and with his brothers teasing him, he isn't able to build up his confidence. As we see in the portal jacked episode, he breaks down to Hueso about how insignificant he feels.

So, as a recap so far, though Donnie, Mikey, and Raph all have been able to adapt to their weapons and powers quickly, Leo is thrown out of his comfort zone the most and is not growing nearly as fast because of it.

But when we see the Brothers unlock their ninpo, they each have the Hamato power to turn objects into weapons. We see Karia do this when Shredder came back as she turns Donnies bust into a glowing blade (still not entirely sure what it's called), and before that when she turned herself into the sword that trapped Shredder in the first place.

Now, what kind of weapon did each of the Brothers choose to turn their garden tools into?

They each chose the weapons they were most familiar with, the ones they grew up knowing. Leo went back to his twin katanas, which sure, could have just been paying homage to his og self, but I tend to think it's because he needed them to keep his hands busy. He needed his fidget, if you will. And it worked!

He was filled with confidence after that. He knew his brothers had his back, he had both his hands busy allowing him to focus more, and do you see what he did with raph?

Having two swords now has given him a better focal point for his powers. He's whipping everywhich way across the battlefield. Practising with the sword was perfect throughout the show, but since he unlocked his ninpo and found out telaportation and portals were HIS power and not just associated with the odachi, he was able to use it to what appears to be his full potential. He also uses this to his great advantage during the movie as well.

Now, there is a ton more I could say about his future self using the power (or NOT), or even more in depth for his movie portion, but this post took two tries a a couple hour to write (half the post got erased when I went to save the draft) that I'll leave it all for another time.

What do you think? Does my theory hold water? Did I miss anything? What was your thoughts on this whole situation?

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Trick-or-Treate

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My, my! My first trick or treater! Glad to see you, now, let's see what treats I can give you!

*Spins The Wheel, Yes I Actually Made A Wheel For This*

Your three pieces of candy are!

A Random Line From A Fic

“If I had a fucking 500 yen coin for every socially awkward Special Grade I met I’d have two 500 yen coins, which ain’t a lot, but its weird it happened twice.” Maki sighed in resignation, accepting that God seemed to enjoy giving her the middle finger.

A Three Sentence Fic

Megicula, sitting in handcuffs across from Asta: This is cruel and unusual punishment.

Asta, standing in front of a powerpoint called “How to make friends without cursing them”: I have no Idea what that means.

Vanica, also in handcuffs next to Megicula while eating popcorn: It means keep talking, her introverted ass is memorizing all of this, hell she would be taking notes if she could.

And A Drabble (Though it's much longer than a drabble and based of an old idea of mine that I never did anything with)

“So you're… me?” Asta asked, wary of the stranger in front of him who had not just the same Ki, but the same swords, same hair, same colored eyes, and if that brief glimpse during their clash was to be believed, the same Anti-Magic Arm.

Though that is where the similarities ended, especially in the department of Attire and physique.

The man in front of Asta was almost a head taller than him with a slightly thinner build, despite that, Asta got the feeling this guy was stronger than him five times over in physical strength, and as opposed to the white suit and long red coat he always imagined his future self wearing in his dreams the man before him and his squad seemed more like a mixture of the people Asta admired most among those he wished to succeed.

The Chief Of Elves Licht, The 27th Wizard King, Conrad Leto, and The 28th Wizard King, Julius Novachrono.

He wore a black and red jacket similar in design to the one Conrad once wore that was held closed in the center by a silver five leaf clover, under the jacket was a battleworn silver breastplate and a shirt similar to the one Licht wore when he was brought back though without the blue undershirt underneath, around his waist was the same belt Asta wore at this very moment, though resized and with several more pouches on its outside, presumably for carrying whatever curiosities the man found, he wore a pair of black pants, and black boots where those pants were stuffed into, following what few rules that all squads must follow for uniform, finally, Over this all, was a simple black cape draped over his right arm and held in place by three silver chains that connected to the steel pauldron on his shoulder which went under his left arm and wrapped around his back where it connected to the pauldron once more.

“In a way yes, but also no. It would be more accurate to say I am a possibility of what your future self is. I am The King, and if you want Clover to see the dawn, you will be helping me.” The King stated without hesitation.

“And what if we don’t feel like lettin’ the brat run off with some crazy person who calls himself the “Possibility Of A Future”?” Captain Yami asked gruffly.

“I was asking out of courtesy, whether he wishes to or not this young man is coming with me. Though you are more than welcome to try and stop me Captain Sukehiro.” The King said with a taunting tone of almost absolute power in his voice as he stabbed the massive black greatsword in his hand into the ground.

In an instant Yami was upon the interloper, katana drawn and body low to the ground in a stance not too dissimilar to that of a runner’s as he swung the blade upward at the man.

However by the time the foreign blade was where The Man stood all that was there was air.

From behind Yami the man spoke.

“I had hoped to avoid fighting you Captain, but in a way, I am quite glad I am. To have the opportunity to fight you at the prime of your power and while you are fighting to protect your family, it's not an opportunity I have ever been so unfortunate to be faced with, until now that is.”

“Well then, ain’t this a lucky day for ya… kid.” Yami told the man, keeping his voice quiet enough to avoid telling the entire squad but loud enough for The King to hear him.

“Heh, Indeed it is!” The King muttered with a laugh as black and red flames ignited along the length of his left arm, the battle between the two only just beginning.

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Just wanted your thoughts on this.

Meeting One's Match - A Yan!Ganon x Sheikah Fem!OC fic idea.

Not a request, just wanna hear your thoughts & critique.

We love a bad bitch! More under cut since this got pretty long-

I'm not really an OC blog but I do love making and seeing others OCs. I think you have all of your ducks in a line with her.

I think this part: "She's also very hands-on & has a philosophy of 'why ask someone to do something that you can do yourself, but the right way?'" would strike the most friction between her and Ganondorf. I could be misinterpreting this but it sounds like Nemma would be the type to go off and do her own thing. Like while everyone is around planning the best way to go forward she would just go ahead and do it her own way. While this may be be the most efficient way to do things, I feel like there will be this need for control with Ganon as well as a "what if something happened to her?" in the back of his mind. I feel like he'd see her as not only his wife but also his strongest warrior so losing her would be not only emotionally crappy but also tactically crappy as well. This coupled with her backstory sounds like Nemma doesn't like to rely on people and might be prone to trying to take on everything and everyone on her own. Maybe part of her character arc could be learning how to work in a group?

It also sounds like Nemma might be slightly inspired by Miyamoto Musashi (thank you Puppet History). If not I think it'd be really helpful for you to look into him.

As for her design, I think you should maybe add a hat if she travels often. She can still have a top knot with her daggers if her hat has a hole at the top for it. I'm a sucker for historical fashion so I think you should do research on what time period(s) Sheikah dress is inspired by in TOTK and go from there. I would also recommend thinking about what kind of lifestyle she lives when designing her. However, don't think too hard because honestly making OCs is about having fun!

I don't really know too much about weaponry and it seems like you put a lot of thought into Nemma's weapon. This is not a critique on your weapon choice personally, but I kind of roll my eyes a bit when I see a katana. Again! YOU PROVIDE EXCELLENT REASONING FOR HER CHOICE OF WEAPON AND THIS ISN"T A DISS ON YOU! Maybe you could look into other types of Japanese weaponry for Nemma just a way to explore some options? Or don't if you really want her to have a sword! Everybody has their own attachments to weapons and fighting styles (polearms and crossbows my beloveds). There are also other Japanese style swords you could look into if you want! I'd keep in mind her lifestyle and which would be more practical for her to have. If she is traveling alone it might be more practical for her to have a one handed weapon and a shield since a two handed weapon would leave her open to attacks. I know more about European medieval junk than Japanese military history so idk? I also tend to look to a lot of history when creating OCs since humans have had very common ideas and have been in similar situations since forever. I also only bring up Japanese history because that's what I'm assuming the Sheikah people are inspired by seeing that Nintendo is a Japanese company. I could be wrong since pretty much all of my art history knowledge and fashion history knowledge is based on Europe.

The story sounds interesting and I'd love to read it! Reading through it and before getting to the end I was thinking "oh this is not going to be a healthy relationship." I think that Ganon would want Nemma primarily for her strength and abilities over her as a person. I think Ganon's character arc within the story could be him getting out of his war mentality, or Demon King mentality like you said, and seeing Nemma as a person and not as a weapon. While I see Nemma's character arc being her finally being able to let loose so to say. Being able to rely on another person and not have to carry the weight of the world all on your own.

You mentioned a size kink so I only bring this up because I assume there's going to be some NSFW details in the story. I see sparring being a sort of foreplay for these two. Maybe a wrestling kink? I also get some vibes of Ganon being willing to let Nemma dom him. I also just love seeing a big scary man get dommed by his wife.

Also don't worry about your art style not matching the universe you're trying to fit your OC into. You're not story boarding for a company so just have fun! Unless you want to experiment with different styles then go ham!

All in all, thank you for choosing me to critique your work! You've put so much thought into this it's pretty amazing! ahsdjgsdfgsdjfgdhf I just write about peepees and boobies so I feel really honored that you'd ask me to do this. And while I don't post my own art on here nor do I post my own OCs, character design and development is something I go feral over. xoxoxo

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New AU... Again

So, I was looking through tv tropes and found a "My Hero Academia" fanfic in which several of Class 1-A are revealed to be reincarnations and got to thinking: How would a similar concept with fewer crossovers work for MHA?

Here's how I think it goes: Izuku wakes up after a villain attack on Aldera Middle School to find himself in a strange red-colored place that looks similar to the subway system. The first person he sees is a girl about one year older than him trying to fight off an adult male in... a PINK SPEEDO?!?! Somehow this unlocks Izuku's memories from his previous life and goes completely feral on the perverted adult, who strangely evaporates into black mist after getting beaten up. The girl thanks Izuku and introduces herself as Kairi Aizawa, the adopted daughter of Eraserhead. But when they go to shake hands, their memories fully awaken.

Who the reincarnations are:

Izuku Midoriya, formally Akira Kurusu aka Joker of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. Awakens Arsene as both his persona and his quirk. Hero costume is his phantom thief attire but more armoured. Uses a combat knife, grappling hook and specialized face mask as support gear. Still gets One for All from All Might.

Tenya Iida, formally Ryuji Sakamoto aka Skull. Quirk is still Engine but gets his original persona Captain Kidd back. Hero costume is similar to his canon one but looks like it was made from pieces of scrap and the helmet is replaced by his thief mask and a red bandana on his head. Uses collapsible mace as support gear. Dyes a blond streak into his hair, much to his parent's chagrin.

Ochako Uraraka, formally Ann Takamaki aka Panther. Has canon quirk but gets the persona Carmen. Hero costume is the same but has some red instead of pink and helmet is replaced with her thief mask. Uses a whip as support gear. Becomes Mineta's worst nightmare.

Eijiro Kirishima, formally Yusuke Kitagawa aka Fox. Had his original quirk stolen by All for One at age six but had a second one in the form of Ink Control/Celestial Brush. Regains persona Goemon. Uses a katana and collapsible gaint calligraphy brush as support gear. Does commissioned artwork for civilians and heroes alike.

Toru Hagakure, formally Makoto Niijima aka Queen. Also had her quirk stolen but trained hard in martial arts to compensate. Gets Johanna as her persona again. Uses knuckle dusters and armoured boots as support gear.

Mei Hatsume-Shirokumo, formally Futaba Sakura aka Oracle. Pretty much like canon but with Necronomicon added in. Inventions don't blow up and isn't as crazy in canon. If needing to fight, she uses original thief attire and a modified stun gun.

Momo Yaoyorozu, formally Haru Okumura aka Noire. Hero costume is thief attire with zippers for access to her quirk. Regains Milady. Uses battle axe as support gear. Finds it funny that she's rich in both lives and that the Okumura fortune was added to the Yaoyorozu fortune.

Hitoshi Shinso-Yamada, formally Goro Akechi aka Crow aka Black Mask. Brainwashing quirk was replaced with Raven Wings. Hero costume is dark, tattered version of his Crow attire. Persona is Robin Hood. Has collapsible sword for support gear. Is discovered to be Hawks' younger brother who was sold off by their parents.

Kairi Aizawa, formally Zenkichi Hasagawa aka Wolf. Quirk is Energy Chains. Persona is Valjean. Uses European long sword as support gear. Hero costume is thief attire. Was orphaned at age two and adopted by Aizawa at age ten. Is supposed to be a second year but was held back for some reason. (No one tries to understand Nedzu's reason for it)

Inasa Yoarashi, formally Morgana aka Mona. Has Zorro as persona. Has original wind quirk but also gained cat features from Grandmother's Jaguar quirk. Hates Bakugo from start as Bakugo taunted him saying stupid cats like him need to go back to the alleyways where they belong; Inasa turned Bakugo into a scratching post. Has a cutlass as support gear. Hero name is Slate, referencing his past life's status as a blank slate at first meeting Akira and Ryuji.

Himiko Toga, formally Sumire Yoshizawa aka Violet. Hates her quirk but is learning to control both it and her obsession with blood. Regains Cendrillon as persona and uses a rapier. Has taken up gymnastics and ballet.

Melissa Shields, formally Sophia aka Sophie. Gets Pandora as persona. Still quirkless. Uses combat yo-yos.

Other reincarnations are:

Tensei Iida, formally Kanji Tatsumi. Is unable to summon it but can talk to former persona, Take-Mikazuchi. Finds it hilarious that he and his brother were punks who dyed their hair blond, really cared about their moms, had skull motifs in their personas and used Zio(lightning) spells.#

Toshinori Yagi aka All Might, formally Raidou Kuzunoha the 14th. Met Izuku same way in canon but was surprised by Arsene's appearance. Learns about personas that day. Give One for All to Izuku to regain full use of the Wild Card ability.+

Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead, formally Shinjiro Aragaki. Has Castor. Hates himself for dying like he did but consuls himself that he was a hero. In a three-way relationship with Present Mic and Loud Cloud. Adopted Kairi.*

Hizashi Yamada aka Present Mic, formally Akihiko Sanada. Has Polydeuces. Has nightmares of when Shinjiro and Miki died but they are replaced with Shouta or their kids. In a three-way relationship with Eraserhead and Loud Cloud. Adopted Hitoshi.*

Oboro Shirokumo aka Loud Cloud, formally Minato Arisato. Has Orpheus. Has nightmares of his near death experience. In a three-way relationship with Present Mic and Eraserhead. Adopted Mei after her parents resigned custody over her to the foster system for her "worthless quirk".*

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#= hit to the head awakened memories

+= gained memories over time

*= awakened through trauma

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swords dance ; because we know he uses a sword, but what was he trained with? what styles, what bladed weapons?

SWORDS, KNIVES, AND GUNS, OH MY! i've already meta-ed on damian's routines growing up revolving around guns, and his extensive knowledge of them. pistols, rifles, anti-aircraft weapons, you name it, he can use it.

blades, however, is quite a longer list. on his person, he always carries a dagger. for the life of me, i can't find the post where i mentioned it before but he carries one gifted to him by talia. my particulars on it might vary depending on what i had headcanoned but for the sake of my own sanity, we'll call it a tantō for now. tantōs are a traditional blade held by samurai in feudal japan, it typically has a length between 5.9 and 11.8 inches. damian's is a double edged dagger that heralds 7 inches. talia acquired one for him in her time in tokyo --- she gave it to him at some point when he was young and he's carried it since. it rarely sees use given his sentimental attachment to it but in desperate situations, it's always in his hand.

dc (and me, i'm not absolved of this lol) often refers to damian's sword as a katana but it would be more accurate to describe it as a dao, a traditional chinese sword that appears in similar build to a katana. there are many variations of dao, damian has trained with them all. his sword that he takes with him as robin for the transitional period between al ghul and wayne is a yaodao which can be described as "a single-sided long knife worn around the waist, also called a short knife". at average, a yaodao is 29 inches in full length, making it just about 2 1/2 feet ( or over half of damian's height when he wielded it ). he trained with every type of dao and talia ensured that her son knew the differences between each: including the appropriate times to use each. as it is a shorter blade with a straight edge, the yaodao is the best fitting his stature.

outside of his two constants ( and their variations over the years ), damian has trained with european shortswords, hook swords, kodachi, katanas, basket hilted swords ( though not for long, as he struggled to get a good hand grip with them ), dao, claymores ( too heavy in general, spent the least amount of time with these ), scimitars, khopesh, rapiers, and shamshirs.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS -- ACCEPTING ! @starignite ♥

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The Best Martial Arts for Learning Katana Techniques

There are different martial arts practiced worldwide, and each is characterized by its unique body movements, fighting styles, and choice of weapons. You can turn any tool or equipment into a weapon, depending on the fighting style. Common weapons used are dragons, Katanas, and spears. 

Katanas are long curved swords with long braced handles incorporated as a martial arts weapon. Traditionally, Japanese samurais used katanas during combat. There are different martial arts in which Katana techniques were initially taught, where stealth and swift movements are the main characteristics.

Recently, martial arts have been showcased as a sport, and trained individuals have joined to display their prowess wielding the katana. To date, the Japanese culture has specific martial arts that teach katana techniques. Studies have shown that the Katanas used in modern days are forged using the same traditional method and elements. This knowledge has been passed down to generations through apprenticeship. Here are the best martial arts for learning katana techniques.

Kenjutsu

Kenjutsu refers to the Japanese art of handling the sword. Contrary to other techniques, Kenjutsu uses bamboo swords and body armor, and the main essence is to practice and display battlefield experience. Kenjutsu is more of a sport than it is a fighting competition. Usually, there are no rivals in Kenjutsu, although contact striking is allowed on the other person. Different schools use different unique fighting styles, weapons, and movement techniques. The instructor usually directs and guides the two fighters, where the attacker is given execution space and movement instructions. The bamboo swords are blunted out on the edges to prevent injury infliction to your opponent.

Kendo 

Kendo is the sword’s way in Japanese. Kendo originated from samurai rivalries and feuds in ancient Japan. Bamboo swords and protective clothing used during training and sparring consist of bracelets, helmets, and gauntlets. Kendo is not competitive. Thus, there are no winners and losers. Discipline, technique, and spiritual awareness are important aspects of a sparring session. Kendo is being adopted as a sport with no fighter classifications, unlike other fighting sports like boxing. The players have specific skills and tactics, where a point is scored by striking the opponent’s body.

Laido

Unlike kendo and kenjutsu, a person trains and practices alone with a katana sword and a target object. Laido, as a martial art, emphasizes utilizing momentum, where one draws the sword very fast and cuts using the drawing momentum without losing sight of the target object or opponent. Laido is mainly used for self-defense rather than on the battlefield.

Training is done alone because, unlike kendo, where you are competing with an opponent to showcase your skills. Laido is practiced to get your brain and body movement to synchronize, improving speed and accuracy.

Battojutsu

Battojutsu is similar to laido, in that, it emphasizes drawing speed and power and utilizing momentum to cut the target object. Battojutsu focuses on the cutting itself. Locking your eyes on the target while drawing requires harmony and hand-eye coordination. Battojutsu aims at improving the accuracy and precision of the cut. As done in laido, practice in Battojutsu is exercised alone. You must know the blade size, sharpness, and weight to perfect a strike. Battojutsu practice is done using actual Katanas rather than bamboo swords. To strike with accuracy and precision, you need to ‘feel’ the sword. 

Tenshin Shoden

Tenshin Shoden is among the oldest forms of Japanese martial arts that incorporate the use of katana blades. Much of its existence is said to have been directly influenced by the gods. Tenshin Shoden focuses on the broader aspect of martial arts. Blades in Tenshin Shoden are used for competition, combat, and practicing harmony in body movement and the spirit. Tenshin Shoden is passed down to generations through books and teachings, practical applications, and apprenticeship.

Ninjutsu

The ‘ninja’ is a spiritual embodiment that is believed to be mythical. Ninjutsu is a martial art that adopts lots of weaponry, especially cutting weapons. Ninjutsu is practiced as a competitive form of sport and a method of spiritual grooming and physical fitness. Like other martial arts, discipline is an important characteristic instilled in the practice of Ninjutsu.

Ninjas fighting in ancient Japan hid in plain sight, forming their own art of guerilla warfare. Warriors practicing Ninjutsu need to understand human anatomy and emotions because attacks are supposed to be made with stealth and precision on vital and vulnerable parts of the human body. The katana is cloaked in ninjutsu. Thus, speed and accuracy are required to draw and execute the target subject without exposing your katana. Ninjas live in closely packed communities united by ninjutsu. Effective communication is required for proper coordination of attacks and movements in combat. Ninjutsu is a well-rounded martial art that not only trains the art of the sword but also unarmed physical combat and fighting techniques.

Aikido

Aikido is oriented towards physical combat, just like judo and jujitsu. In Japanese, aikido is the harmony of nature with one’s spirit. Its training aims to achieve spiritual awareness through martial arts. Intense training focuses on physical combat and the use of spears and blades. During training, wooden swords are used to learn movement and styles of wielding the actual sword. As you advance, the actual sword is used to allow you to become one with the sword, not just as a cutting tool. 

Similar to laido, utilizing momentum is practiced. Your opponent's momentum is the most effective weapon. Redirection is adopted from the Chinese martial art Tai-Chi, where you turn your opponent’s fighting energy against themselves. Therefore, aikido is simply defined as a mix of physical combat and weaponry tactics. 

Conclusion

Martial arts fuse different disciplines with your body and transform you into a formidable tool. Katanas are still a great part of the martial arts world, and learning how to use a katana as a martial artist is crucial. Practicing martial arts should not only be done for self-defense but also as a method of instilling discipline and connecting with nature on a spiritual level.

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What if the Corps made swords?

Given the prevalence of melee weapons in Wonderlands, there exists some potential for the next Borderlands game to do something similar. At least, that's what I think. If the various weapons corporations of the Six Galaxies made melee weapons, here's how I picture they would do it. This will also include Legendary weapons I thought of as well.

Atlas: Like all of their guns in BL3, they would be experimental and bizarre, with unique, skeletal shapes and fancy technology. Nanotech blades that adapt their edges to cut through anything and digistruct capabilites for concealment.

Legendary weapon: The Xiphos Mk. II, a mass-produced variant of the sword wielded by Athena. Grants the wielder a charge ability and can inflict bleeding.

Bandit/CoV: Run of the mill weapons would include the classic Buzz-Axes and knives. However, Bandits are nothing if not resourceful and will often steal and modify weapons of other companies, making them far more dangerous to both the enemy and the wielder. Stuff like adding flamethrowers to swords, for example.

Legendary weapon: MEGA-SHREDDUR 9000, a massive, obnoxious polearm weapon consisting of a long reinforced length of metal pipe with two buzz-axe saws on either end. Possessed of massive reach and damage, controlling it with any real finesse is a lost cause.

Dahl: Mostly combat knives of varying size and shape. All very tacti-cool with serrations and barbs and what have you. Officer sabers like those wielded by Lost Legion Sergeants are available as well.

Legendary weapon: Commissar's Power Blade, a one-handed sword with a fancy handguard and a blade surrounded by an electric field. Deals increased damage to armor.

Hyperion: The iPhone of swords. Super fancy polygonal designs that wouldn't look out of place at a Hyperion showroom or a techwear show. They would have unique abilities as well, such as high frequency blades or personal cloaking modules. Taking them into combat is often a bad idea, though, as too much stress(i.e., hitting it against anything that isn't unarmored flesh) can break the delicate internal mechanisms. And you can bet your ass that attempting repairs is a bad idea, as inbuilt anti-tampering failsafes will see your expensive sword detonate the moment you try to pry open the casing.

Legendary weapon: Cold Steel, a futuristic ninjato with a sophisticated teleportation device designed to put you behind your targets.

Jakobs: The only melee weapons Jakobs manufactures regularly are lumber axes, and those aren't intended for use in combat, but an axe is an axe and will still split skulls like wood. However, for the right price, Jakobs will custom build the sword of your dreams. Any design of sword, from scimitar to rapier to zweihander, all made with the highest quality steel and finest wood straight from Eden-6. They don't have any fancy tricks, but they will stay sharp and will never break, and to Jakobs, that's all you need.

Legendary weapon: Technically, all custom weapons are legendary, being one of a kind, but rumors exist of a massive two-handed axe known as the Bunyan.

Maliwan: They have the katana market CORNERED. Japanese-inspired blades straight out of Ghostrunner or Zer0's own scabbard, all with elemental-charged edges. Higher-rarity versions would have unique abilities, such as energy wave slashes and adaptive element blades.

Legendary weapon: Yamato, an ancient design of katana, fitted with an experimental time dilation module. Once activated, the wielder can strike a small area dozens of times in the space of a couple of seconds.

Tediore: Weaponized box cutters. Utilitarian swords with disposable blades that are easy to replace. They are easily the last place you'd look for swords. Unless you're willing to shell out for the breakaway sword prototypes, decently made swords with the ability to break the blade off inside a target, after which it becomes a timed explosive. Once it goes off, a new blade digistructs, and you're ready to go again.

Legendary weapon: Tediore Javelin, a spear that can be thrown to embed in a target before exploding.

TORGUE: Motherfucking CHAINSWORDS baby! Straight out of Warhammer 40,000! They are big, heavy, and loud, but these blades promise grinding death to anyone who opposes you! Not just swords either, Torgue promises chain axes and bayonets as well! And in true Torgue fashion, all Torgue chain weapons have the ability to violently detonate if the need arises.

Legendary weapon: BOOM Hammer, a huge two-handed hammer that makes explosions when striking a surface. It is one of the strongest, heaviest, and messiest melee weapons on the market.

Vladof: Similar to Dahl, they primarily make combat knives meant as backup weapons once the bullets run dry. They do make officer swords, but if you're looking for something heavier, they do manufacture trench weapons such as maces and bladed entrenching tools.

Legendary weapon: Tools of the People, a hammer and sickle duo. An unusual fighting style rewards you with the ability to easily deflect enemy attacks and retaliate with crushing force.

Eridian: If the Eridians ever had melee weapons designed for human hands, they would most likely be variants of Guardian weaponry such as arm blades and light, agile polearms. Difficult to wield effectively by humans, but once you do, they are some of the most effective available.

Legendary weapon: Zealot Blades, arm blades that increase the speed of the wielder and become stronger as they fight, fueled by their righteous fury.

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SHIRASAYA

Shirasaya is a simple and elegant samurai sword, mostly made of natural dried rough wood, and there are other natural woods with less resin. The material is simple and natural; it is loved by many collectors because of its simplicity and elegance. A must for every katana collector.

Coolkatana offers you Shirasaya designed from Japan, hand forged by swordsmiths with 200 years of casting technology in Longquan, China.

Shirasaya for Sale - Why You Should Buy Shirasaya

Swords are a part of Japanese culture, and are used for a variety of purposes. Swords can be used for sword fighting, practicing martial arts, or as decoration. When you buy a sword, you want to make sure that you are getting the best quality for your money. The sword should be strong and durable, but also beautiful and eye-catching. One of the best ways to achieve this is by purchasing a shirasaya for sale instead of a regular sword sheath.

If you want to buy a sword, there are many different options available. You can purchase swords that were made by master craftsmen, or you can buy mass produced swords that are available at every major retailer.

There are also swords that were made in China, but they have become increasingly popular over the last few years.

Shirasaya swords have been gaining popularity recently because they are affordable and easy to use. These swords are not only affordable but they also look really cool and unique.

There are many reasons why you should buy hand forged shirasaya on COOLKATANA:

1) They Are Affordable

2) They Are Easy To Use And Handle

3) They Are Durable And Long Lasting

What is Shirasaya Swords Used For?

Shirasaya swords were traditionally used for practice purposes. However, they are also used for display and collection purposes as well. The blades of these swords are usually made from carbon steel or stainless steel.

Why Are They Called Shirasaya Swords?

The name of these swords comes from the Japanese word shirasu which means “to lean” or “to rest”. The reason behind this name is that the blade of these swords are not sharpened like a katana but instead they have a blunt edge so they do not cut anything while they are resting in their scabbards during transit or when they are not in use.

How Long is a Shirasaya Sword?

The length of a shirasaya sword is measured from the tip of the blade to the bottom of the handle. This can vary depending on the type of sword and its purpose.

The average length for most shirasaya swords is about 30 inches. The exact measurements are not as important in Japanese shirasaya swords as they are in other types of blade because this type of sword does not have much use outside of ceremonial purposes.

Japanese swords were primarily used in combat, so it was important for them to be sharp, strong and durable enough to cut through armor and flesh without breaking or bending. A Japanese shirasaya sword is meant to be used more like an ornamental piece, so these aspects are less important than they would be if it were designed for actual combat purposes.

Shirasaya swords also come in many different styles and shapes based on their intended use or owner's preferences. Some have curved blades or slightly different shapes than others because they were designed to fit certain needs better than others.

Shirasaya VS Katana

The samurai sword is one of the most iconic weapons ever created. The katana is just one of many different types of samurai swords with a distinctive shape and design, but it's also the most well-known. Its popularity has led many other swordsmiths to create similar weapons that have earned the name "katana," even though they are not technically authentic Japanese swords. This article will compare and contrast these two types of swords so you can see how they differ from each other and which one might be right for you.

If you're not familiar with the Japanese shirasaya, it is a sword that does not have an edge. Instead it has a straight blade and can be used for training purposes. The katana has both edges and a sharp point on its tip so that it can be used in different ways.

The main difference between these two types of swords is their function and usage, which makes them perfect for different occasions. The katana is more suited to combat situations while the shirasaya is more suitable for martial arts training or display purposes such as exhibitions.

[satari-raine]

Whoa, hi there, everyone! I was not expecting my notifs to explode. Um, let me just preface this with the following: I am certainly not an expert in any way and am always happy to be educated if I'm wrong, so take this ramble for what it is.

That being said, here's why I personally really like the inclusion of a wakizashi in TLYW music video.

There's a variety of swords that Japan has utilized for a number of purposes throughout history - be it ritualistic, for defense, as a status symbol, and so on - with the word katana probably being what most people think of when the topic comes up. Katana is actually the general word in Japanese for a single-edged sword, whereas the actual blade closest to resembling that word is uchigatana, and it's known for being a double-handed single-edged sword with a longer grip handle to accommodate both hands, often used for fights needing quicker response times like dispatching someone in a single blow. They are differentiated from (and technically originated from, I believe?) tachi, longer blades with a history of cavalry usage before fighting on foot, infantry, because more common, which helped make uchigatanas more widely-wised. Uchigatanas and tachi blades have an interwoven history with one another, as far as how they influenced styles being made, who used them, and so on.

Now with wakizashi blades, they kind of dance in between as far as sizes, ranging anywhere from as long as a katana (reaching up to 2ft/60cm) to being almost as small as another blade (as small as 1ft/30cm), called a tantou. Tantous are small blades typically reaching 1ft/30cm, easy to fit in the sash of a robe, and were used for anything from ceremonial purposes to ritual suicide. Tantous were often being used in as a pairing with tachi blades, having two different options for combat or other uses. This is similar to how people would eventually shift to using uchigatanas for their longer swords and wakizashis for their smaller swords as a pair as history went on, the style of fighting changed, and so on.

The reason I bring these different types up along with their connections to one another is because I want to say it can be easy to question which sword Vessel is using - especially with how tall he is, the scale might be a bit skewed as far as comparing it the length of the blades, not to mention there isn't many great shots of the blade unsheathed and not in use save for when he draws it.

I want to say it's a wakizashi.

Wakizashi blades specifically were used for close-quartered fighting, like if you were indoors or in a narrow area where your larger blade would only get stuck in walls, obstacles, you name it. Fitting with the narrative of the video, with Vessel seemingly repeating this cycle over and over, wakizashis are also used for when the wielder feels like they're at a disadvantage, when they're trying to get close enough to deal a killing blow and live to fight another day. He's clearly done this before based off the sheer numbers of ribbons tied onto the tree at the start and finish of the video, and how the main dancer has the ribbon and is the one to dispatch him. I want to say as well that the blade's grip is small enough for only single-handed usage, especially based on the image here, whereas if Vessel used a uchigatana it'd probably look a little funny considering how he fought.

Wakizashi and tantou blades are unique as well in that they were used for ritualistic suicide, or seppuku - small enough to do the job correctly, so to speak (which for those curious, feel free to read up on how that's done.) Given that he seems to be taken over in the end, it's hard to say how willing Vessel was in that action - if he did it to preserve some honor, to prevent himself from being tormented by the dancers and by Sleep, or if it was just a forced end to repeat the cycle. There's no denying that he's stuck, at a disadvantage that death seems to be the only cure for - regardless of any metaphors found in the lyrics.

Additionally, the overall environment reminds me - (and I preface this with saying I am using this comparison with nothing but respect) - a bit of Aokigahara as well, a forest in Japan known for those passing there by suicide. Sometimes those there will leave markers as a way to add on counters or as a reminder to change their minds while contemplating. (The ribbons also remind me of ceremonial offerings for purification, but that's another ramble and as you can see, I'm probably not as organized I should be with this one.)

But yes, given the blade's size and how Vessel uses it both for fighting and for repeating the cycle, and with how you can relate it to the video's narrative, I really want to say it is a wakizashi blade.

If I can think of anything else I'll be sure to add on, since I didn't really plan this out, and anyone else is welcome to jump in and share what they know (or please correct me if I'm wrong.) But, um, I hope this was interesting, at the very least!

(Tagging @a-s-levynn as your post inspired this, and @thejawsoffate and @moonchild-in-blue for the additional encouragement; hope that's okay! Thanks, too, for everyone interested. It means a lot to me.)

Seeing people talk about (what I'm fairly certain is) the wakizashi Vessel uses in the "The Love You Want" music video and I'm trying so hard not to jump in, because I think there's some neat little associations with the blade and the video's symbolism. I love Japanese swords and culture and would probably ramble until someone stopped me with a frying pan to the face.

[bangtaninborderland]

Hi may I request last boss/takatora samura getting into an argument with the reader, who is his crush. The reader loves him very much, but when he went to reach for his katana the reader feels as if he was going to hurt her with it so she flinches, when he is only taking it off. By the end they end up together. Please lots of angst, lots of fluff and no smut. Thank you in advance <3

I’m so sorry this took so long, it’s not my best work but I do have another chapter for this, this is mostly just an intro, the second chapter will focus more on them coming together and then his game. I didn’t want to focus to much on fluff or angst in this chapter but there’s plenty in the next one!

Shoutout to @niragis-right-hand-rabbit for helping me with this. Please credit her and give her some love on her page!

LAST BOSS X Reader || Swords. P1.

“Hey.” You mumbled to Takatora as you entered the small garden of the beach hotel.

The wind was blowing but it wasn’t too cold, you was thankful you brought a jacket. You didn’t like the idea of seeming weak next to a man who seemed so void yet strong.

“Mhm.” He replied as usual with a small murmur.

His limited conversation skills although disappointing had become normal to you. You wasn’t sure you would change that even if you could.

A small smile pulled at your lips as you watched him as he bent down to take a closer look at the carefully placed rocks around the now dead flowerbed.

You hadn’t been at the beach long, in theory no one had. Peoples time at the beach ranged between a few days to a month, you had only been there for two weeks but that was more than enough time for the lanky, sword wielding man to be someone you deeply cared for.

Outside of boderlands no one seemed to understand you, the world through your eyes was much different to that of everyone else around you. You cringed at the way people hugged one another, the unnecessary contact made you feel claustrophobic.

You had noticed the similarities between you and Last Boss, his demeanour always more favourable to you than anyone else’s. That’s what drew you to him, you had been developing a crush from the moment you met.

It wasn’t a usual romantic meeting, you had been asked to sit in on a executive meeting and he stood in the corner the whole time more interested in the handle of his katana rather than the words being passed between other members. In all honestly you became distracted watching him to the point you didn’t hear your name being called. This only increased your embarrassment but he seemed to notice this and dropped his blade making everyone focus their attention towards him instead of you.

You wasn’t entirely sure he did it on purpose but you had convinced yourself he had and ever since that moment Takatora Samura had become the only person in boderlands that you wanted to live.

“So quiet.” He mumbled pulling you out of your rabbit hole thoughts.

You sat onto the bench behind him, his presence making your stressful day somewhat better. “I’m sorry I’m not talking I don’t feel like it.”

You admired that you could always be honest with him, he never seemed to be upset at your words even if you didn’t say something in the politest way.

“Look at the rocks.” He pointed. You shuffled around him sitting next to him, your knee close to his in a way that would usually make you feel uncomfortable.

“I like this one.” He huffed holding up a small blue stone.

You took it from his long fingers, the contact shocking him a little. “It’s pretty.”

You place the rock back onto the pile that he had rummaged through, lifting yourself up to sit onto the bench once again. Your mind flooding with positive thoughts. Although you didn’t always have the longest of conversations it never felt weird to be around one another in silence.

Despite your erratic thoughts you stayed observant, watching him move from the floor to the oepn space beside you.

“I’m playing today.” He mumbled, his fingers ruffling the hem of his shorts.

Panic set in instantly. “Why!” Your voice was a little louder than usual making your worry even more clear.

He tilted his head towards you. “My visa runs out in two days.”

You looked at him dumbfounded. “That’s two days you don’t have to play.”

“I should get it done now.” He watched the sky, the grey clouds becoming dominant.

“You shouldn’t go.” You protested, uncaring of the slight whine in your tone.

His back stiffened and he turned to face you. Your mouth grew dry at the unpleasant scowl on his face. “I must go.”

“Then I will come too.” You state proudly. Feeling safer at the thought of being with him.

He shook his head. “No, I don’t want you to come.”

Your heart twinged at the way he sounded so cold, although he wasn’t great at emotions this was a tone that you had never before been on the receiving end. You wasn’t usually the type of person to get angry or defensive but something about the way he was willing to put himself into danger despite you asking him not to made you say things you never once thought true in an attempt to stop him.

Your desperation for him to stay was looking more like anger.

“You know sometimes I was you was different.” The words flew from your mouth before you could stop them, your mind cursed you internally and you began to stutter as you tried to fix the situation. “I mean not you, but the way you can be, I- I like who you are, I mean I don’t like who you are but I like you just not the way you act so-“

You was cut off by his hand pressing against your mouth, his fingertips cold and his face blank.

You wanted to keep apologising but your previously fumbling speech failed making the situation much worse.

“I like me now. I don’t want to go back to the original world.” He humms proudly, your heart sinks to your stomach at his deceleration because in all honesty all you wanted was to leave this place.

His hand dropped from your mouth, the cold look in his eyes still remaining as he looked towards you as you spoke.

“I don’t want you to stay here Takatora.” His name felt unfamiliar on your lips.

His voice was stern. “I’m not going back. You can’t make me go back.”

His eyes become full of worry and emptiness. You watched as he stood up, walking towards his katana and picking it up before attempting to walk away.

It was now or never you grab his arm pulling him towards you. “I’m not leaving without you and I’m not staying here. You can’t stay here that’s insane!”

You stumbled back as he ripped his arm away, his other hand grabbed the handle of his katana ready to draw the long blade.

Your hands instinctively raised, trying to provide you with any protection against him. You felt a tear prick at your eye and you began to wish you had let the conversation go.

After a few seconds you heard a thud, you reluctantly opened your eyes, peeking between the fingers still guarding your frame.

He stood there still, the blade across the path of large stepping stones.

“I scared you.” His voice was husky.

You lowered your hands halfway, letting them rest against your chest. He stepped back, widening the space between you.

“You have to stay here. I have to focus on the game.” He mumbled, his hand fluttered between reaching out to you and rubbing his hood onto his head.

Things became clearer. He wanted to protect you.

You suddenly felt embarrassed at your response to his actions, he would never hurt you of all people.

“I’m sorry” you mumble, your hands falling to your sides.

“I didn’t try to scare you.” He steps towards you, his eyes not meeting yours.

Your impulse takes over you once again and you follow it, running towards him slamming your body into his as your arms wrap abound his slim body.

He stands there frozen but you don’t care, you continue hugging him. Even if he can’t provide you with the same affection you can give him the limited supply you have.

You’re shocked as his fingers connect with the skin or your arm, they don’t remain there for long but just long enough to prove that he too feels the same way you do. Once his fingers fall out of contact with your skin you release him from the most likely uncomfortable hug that you embraced him in.

“I really don’t want you to go..” you whisper, low enough that he could barely hear it.

“I’ll be back.” He mumbles picking up his katana form the ground below. Your fear of the object gone.

His fingers brush against your cheek as he passes you, the security he provides you with disappearing with every step he takes away from you.

This truly wasn’t going to be easy but even in the real world easy was boring.

[violettelueur]

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || PROUD

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, swearing and mentions of injuries, blood and death.

| form : imagine

| word count : 1574

| published : 18 november

| request : Aaaa,, I really love your Sukuna imagines! Can I request an Imagine where it’s related to ‘kind hearted’, the reader gets hurt and sukuna gets upset? Thank you so much! Keep up with the great work!! 💞🦦

| barista’s notes : let me admit this, i’m not confident with this imagine ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ i tried changing it a few times but i was really doubting myself every time and this was the result of it, so i’m so sorry if you don’t like it ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ also i’m not really good with fight scenes so if there are any advices that can be given to me, thank you so much ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ i hope you love your classic cup of black coffee and come again soon!

To say that you were screwed was more than an understatement. 

Right now wasn’t the ideal situation to be in for any jujutsu sorcerer that wasn’t Gojo’s level.

At this moment and time, standing in front of you was a special grade curse.

What made the situation worse was that Kugisaki was separated from the whole group making the mission more complicated than it needed to be.

“Itadori! Fushiguro! Go find Kugisaki and find the exit to the building, I’ll keep the curse in place!” you demanded, as you knew you didn’t have much time to explain the risky plan you came up with.

“Are you crazy? It’s a special grade there is no way you could defeat it right now!” Fushiguro shouted, trying to know what was going on in your head, thinking that you were utterly crazy for what you just stated to him and his classmate.

“I don’t care! Look, it’s having fun and underestimating us meaning it will use weaker attacks on me, buying time shouldn’t be too hard, just give me a signal when you and Itadori are safe, okay?”

Looking at you with widen eyes, Fushiguro continued to look at you like you had gone completely insane before closing them to clear his mind. What you were saying had much sense in it. Compared to the remaining people in the room, you were the one that had the most potential to defeat the special grade curse if you could, even when you and him were both grade two sorcerers. 

“Okay,” Fushiguro muttered quietly - still reluctant to leave you - before turning around and grabbing Itadori to go along with your plan, leaving you completely alone to defend yourself.

Turning back around to look at your opponent, you reached to the side of your hip to grip on the halt of your katana before slowly pulling the sword out from its sheath. From what you could observe, this special grade wasn’t a normal special grade, there was no way it could be deemed one yet it was. From what was going on around you, the curse hadn’t been able to construct a complete Domain Expansion, more of an Innate Domain at best making you come to the conclusion that it must have eaten a cursed object at best to become as powerful as it is - most likely Sukuna’s finger for one example.

Lifting your sword in front of you, you aimed the pointed tip at your opponent before tilting your head to the side to see what else you could observe from your distance.

“Would cutting your head off look best or would cutting both of your arms first be more sufficient?”

Of course, the curse couldn’t reply to you leaving it to only physically answered you with an immense amount of curse energy forming within the palm of its hand, ready to throw it at you.

“Looks like your arms are the first thing I gotta get rid of,” you answered yourself, as you quickly dodging the attack, only to suddenly appear in front of your opponent, leaving yourself enough space to swing your sword down to fully slash its left arm off as you then went ahead and spun behind its body to slice off the other off before pulling yourself back to gain some distance away from the curse.

However, what you had completely forgotten was that special grade curses were able their curse energy to heal themselves, as the curse’s arms suddenly regenerated as if you didn’t cut them off seconds before.

“Damn, I should have gotten your head first ha?” you rhetorically questioned, before using your free hand to pull a long black chain out of your pocket and attaching one end to the hilt of your katana. “Let’s see how fast you can catch,” you commented, as you then threw your katana while aiming for it’s head, using your curse energy to increase the speed it was going at. However, much to your dismay the curse unexpectantly grabbed onto the metal blade, leaving you no choice but to let your curse energy slowly flow through the chain all the way up to the blade causing a large red orb form at the end, quickly exploding before the curse could even react to stop it.

Swiftly, you pulled the chain back so you could retrieve your sword only to then suddenly see the smoke clearing and a large wave of curse energy coming towards your direction.

“Shit!”

In sheer panic, you use your feet to push yourself to the right to move away from the blast before your whole vision was concealed by the rubble and dust. 

Pain. That was all you felt. Pure pain. 

Were you going to die? Wasn’t you expecting that once you told both your classmates to find Kugisaki and run? You couldn’t lie to yourself, it was too painful to think about death right now. You couldn’t think straight at all.

Once the smoked cleared, all that the special curse could see was your standing figure panting heavily with your left sleeve completely gone due to the blast as blood gushed down your left arm. You had barely managed to get yourself out of the hands of instant death and luckily nothing of your body was disintegrated, just some burns and cuts here and there - to say it was surprising to see you standing was an understatement.

“From our battle so far, you lack the form of curse technique, but you still can pack a punch, ah it hurts,”

The blood loss was getting to you. Yes, having no limbs was not the better option but you could still live with that. What humans couldn’t do was stay alive with no blood and here you were quickly losing your live source the flowed in your body. You couldn’t even cover the wound as there was nothing you could cover it with and even if you did, the wound was too large to be covered. 

You were losing the strength to stand.

You were losing your balance.

You were losing consciousness.

Suddenly, you heard a loud sound of a howl from a distance. Instantly, you knew that Fushiguro and Itadori were able to find Kugisaki and get out. It was his signal. 

However, you weren’t so lucky in that factor, from the state that you were in, there was no way in hell you were able to escape now - but you were okay with that. If the other’s were safe, that was better than not knowing if they made it out alive. Slowly, you were starting to lose the feeling in your legs, causing you to completely losing your balance.

‘Damn,’ you thought, as you felt your whole body suddenly dropping leaving you no strength left to even brace for the impact, leaving you to close your eyes and admitting defeat.

However, just as you were able to fall to the ground, you suddenly felt a pair of arms catching you before you were quickly lifted up bridal style and pulled into a warm embrace surprising you completely from the sudden comfort of what you thought was your lonely end. Who was still in the building? You thought everyone got out, so who was carrying you right now?

From your limited sight, you could slowly make out someone in a dark uniform similar to the colour you wore, meaning it had to be someone from the team. However, the extreme pressure of curse energy that was somewhat suffocating you determined otherwise - no one within the area right now had this much power, no one at all. Unless…..

“Were you the one that caused this?”

Sukuna…

All you could hear right now a shaking tone as well as the couple droplets of water that was within the Innate Domain that surrounded you.

“For a grade two sorcerer, she really blew half of your body up with that little curse technique she used on you, I’m quite proud of my little one,” Sukuna uncharacteristically complimented you, as he gently pressed a little kiss on top of your head before gently smiling at you - knowing you won’t be able to see this rare expression on his face.

“You see, I’ve grown fond of this little human in my arms right now, and for you to do this much damage to her body, really weirdly angers me,” Sukuna stated before he turned around and began to walk away. “Wait there for a quick second would you? I need to take care of this one right now,” Sukuna commented, before gently placing you down at a safe spot to which he then started to use his curse energy to quickly heal your wound once he sat you up straight. 

Brushing away some of the hairs that were in your face, Sukuna placed one last light lingering kiss on your forehead before saying, “I’m proud of you, just wait a little longer, I’ll be back,”.

What was going on?

This had to be a hallucination. There was no question about that. There was no way Sukuna could have saved you let alone kissed you in any way. This was all a hallucination. Wasn’t it?

However, you didn’t have the power to stay awake any longer, resulting you to surrender to the tiredness that was taking over you, letting the darkness invade your whole surroundings, but not before letting out a little mutter under your breath.

‘Proud ha?’