[Dust puts the sword down, carefully and respectfully, then braces himself for whatever is about to come. Just as he expects, it is literally nothing one can brace oneself for.]
[A hilt slaps into Takumi's hand, belonging to a sword that is long, broad, and nonetheless quite light. Runes shine on its blade and power hums within it, ready to be unleashed.]
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[A hilt slaps into Takumi's hand, belonging to a sword that is long, broad, and nonetheless quite light. Runes shine on its blade and power hums within it, ready to be unleashed.]