[ He manages to stay still with his arms held out as Blade starts tugging at the straps ... mostly because he's distracted by the thought that this guy seriously feels like he fell out of a movie. One of those older martial arts movies that his dad used to watch a long time ago. Something about his general attitude and vibe just feel dramatic. And while that's the sort of thing that'd be deeply cringe coming from most people, this guy pulls it off, somehow.

It's ... cool, he guesses.

Blade might not know it, but Fuuta's a little more well-behaved than he usually is in the fact of that solemn poise, only pursing his lips instead of yapping defensively the moment he's given the first excuse to. ]

No ... but most people don't, where I'm from. [ A little grunt when he feels the plate cinch closer to his body. ] Only as, like, a sport. Not for actual fighting. And I did a different sport, so I've never done anything with swords.

[ He hasn't actually touched a soccer ball in years, but Blade doesn't need to know that. Also, he's going to change the subject from sports, anyway. ]

... you wanna show me, then? [ Wait, that sounds too earnest. Clear of the throat before he adds: ] I mean, even if we're background extras, it'd still be better if I looked like I knew what I was doing. And they haven't done much to prep me for this role. So if you wanted to show me some stuff I could copy, it might get this job finished faster, you know?