❝ --- Gh... Finally... ❞
SHE wasn’t expecting... such a swirl of emotions from finally having her blade in her hands. The Izayoi... Her gloves can’t hide the slight quake in her palms --- indeed, they only make the sound that much more audible as her grip tightens considerably. This weapon... It’s seen so much devastation and triumph --- it’s caused so much devastation and triumph. It unlocks such insurmountable power... It enacts such a weighty price. Its state is no doubt sealed --- she can feel it, the THRUM it leaves in her palms considerably weakened. It hasn’t felt this way since... ... Well, it’s been a long time.
Tsubaki knows better than before --- she knows to use its amplifying abilities sparingly, assuming she could tap into them at all in this place. Until its true form is unlocked, at least... But regardless of the price, regardless of the memories, its identity is so deeply entwined with her own. To have it back in her hands --- the hands of the Yayoi heir, regardless of where she may be... Is...
❝ ... Hm. It took me far too long... ❞ She’d have to improve... But not before she tosses this SHODDY wooden imitation into that abysmal hole in the middle of the city. ... Using this new bike !
