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The Dragon King was rounding the corner, on his way to the next dull meeting with documents filed neatly under his arm, only to suddenly stop at the heap of a body on the floor. It took only a split second to quickly identify who it was: one Konzen Douji, nephew to Kanzeon Bosatsu. Slender silver brows slightly furrowed, confused as to why the other was on the floor until Gojun spotted the reason. And the rather awkward movement.
A nod followed by a “Konzen Douji” in response to the greeting. Reasonable to ask for scissors, but who carried such a thing on the daily? Instead, Gojun rested a hand on his nodachi. “Unfortunate to be in such a position. Will a nodachi suffice?” Unsheathing it and dexterously spinning it so the hilt was in Konzen’s direction should he decide to take the offer. Unless the blonde wanted Gojun to cut it for him. Now that he thought about it, have Konzen ever held a weapon?