“Of course I know the symbolism between Hiroshi and Arashi!”
He huffed, stomping one foot down in front of the girl. Drawing an invisible line across the carpet. Cross it and face the consequences. He needed that DVD for hsi collection alongside his copies of the manga and the figures. His investment will pay off one day.
“It signified that the bond they shared as master and student has finally been severed! They are now equals. Enemies but equals like the rising shadow at dusk!”
With that said and done he admired her guff. Wood vs wood huh? With a wave of his hand the wooden sword he was given appeared in his palm in a puff of smoke. He waved it around and assumed his own stance holding the sword in a reverse grip style.
“Chuck it Eyepatch!”
“Ohhh, so the nerdy punk knows how to read between the lines in anime’s greatest moment. BIG DEAL! Even babies could answer that one! Point is, I found it first.”
That was the sort of question she could easily see Alphys answering that question excitedly. She could wager that the adrenaline rush coupled with this encounter is what fuels the human male’s feverish response. This will be the first anime she’ll get to watch with Alphys on the surface. Like hell is she surrendering this opportunity. She’s the heroine that never gives up!
She thinks this as they’ve already seen it a few times already.
“That EXACT scene, in a video quality so beautiful you’ll start bawling your eyes out. No human could ever handle a scene so EMOTIONAL!”
Suddenly, the mop just wasn’t cutting it. She decided to toss the cleaning instrument aside and toss her hand in the air. A spear materializes in the palm of her hand, magic aura dissipating after a second and revealing the instrument to be made of wood. Whatever works, she supposed. Too deep in the moment to notice.
“Alright, bucko.”
“Time to KICK YOUR ASS TO THE CURB!” Her final words spoken in a guttoral yell, the wooden spear is chucked forth without much thought nor care for the surrounding party and her opponent. Better duck, Zack.
