[ both of the times they've met so far have been somewhat unusual circumstances, so blade has no reason to believe that fuuta is usually badly behaved... he just thinks that he's like this all the time. at least he's standing still and letting blade fix the issues with his armor, and at least he's talking, which is nice, and helps blade not think too much about previous times he's done this. ]
A sport. [ how would that even be scored? for hitting someone else with your blade? they probably don't fight with live steel, blade figures, but the rest of it evades him. people in the xianzhou alliance learned swordplay for practical reasons, not for athletics.
having done what he can to fix fuuta's too-big armor, blade takes a step back and then crosses his arms across his chest as he considers the question. he's not so good at deciding whether someone is earnest or not based only on tone of voice, but even the way fuuta explains it does sound like it's something he actually wants to learn, even if there's a more immediate practical benefit to the instruction.
after a long pause, blade says, ] ...Okay.
[ he unsheathes his sword again. even if the edge is dull, the ring of steel is familiar, settling in a way. he holds his up, gripping it expertly, and gestures for fuuta to imitate so blade can teach him the proper way to hold a sword of that size in the first place. ]
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A sport. [ how would that even be scored? for hitting someone else with your blade? they probably don't fight with live steel, blade figures, but the rest of it evades him. people in the xianzhou alliance learned swordplay for practical reasons, not for athletics.
having done what he can to fix fuuta's too-big armor, blade takes a step back and then crosses his arms across his chest as he considers the question. he's not so good at deciding whether someone is earnest or not based only on tone of voice, but even the way fuuta explains it does sound like it's something he actually wants to learn, even if there's a more immediate practical benefit to the instruction.
after a long pause, blade says, ] ...Okay.
[ he unsheathes his sword again. even if the edge is dull, the ring of steel is familiar, settling in a way. he holds his up, gripping it expertly, and gestures for fuuta to imitate so blade can teach him the proper way to hold a sword of that size in the first place. ]