... cool.

[ It's an embarrassing, breathless little mutter under his breath that escapes him before he can stop himself. But like. Could he be blamed for it? He's not even sure what he expected, but when Blade pulls that move, it's just cool -- graceful and powerful at the same time -- and Fuuta finds himself just gawping wide-eyed for a moment. It's only when Blade looks to him afterwards that he snaps back to his senses and hurriedly gets into a ready stance, trying not to think about how hot his cheeks feel. ]

Uh, right. So it was like ... this?

[ To his meager credit, Fuuta's imitation is passable. At first.

But then he overextends on a swing, trying a little too hard to make it as cool as it had looked. And when he earns a twinge through his ribcage for his efforts, his grip on the sword loosens, sending it flying. Pro: it was mostly directed at the ground, so no worry of anyone getting hurt! Con: it goes spinning right into a cluster of greenery ... sending an enormous cloud of pollen billowing out into the air, enveloping the entirety of their surroundings, as well as the both of them. ]

Augh, wh -- [ cough, hack, yelp ] -- the hell -- [ sneeze ] -- I didn't mean to do that! My hand just slipped!