[ It's a laundry pole with an edge. Both useful in housekeeping and beating the crap out of things! Or perhaps wooden poles are just inherently versatile?
Kojirou follows after Wukong. There's no time to carefully plan out his movements, so he's, with much disgust, cutting a straight line straight to the exit, despite everything on the ground in their way. He'll definitely have to get new boots, now.
The sword-barrier shrinks back into the main body of the magic weapon as he hops into the stairwell, slamming the door behind him as a bird goes splat against it. They're safe, for now. ]
How's the merchandise, though?
[ Wukong says he's okay. Kojirou's not going to question it. ]
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Kojirou follows after Wukong. There's no time to carefully plan out his movements, so he's, with much disgust, cutting a straight line straight to the exit, despite everything on the ground in their way. He'll definitely have to get new boots, now.
The sword-barrier shrinks back into the main body of the magic weapon as he hops into the stairwell, slamming the door behind him as a bird goes splat against it. They're safe, for now. ]
How's the merchandise, though?
[ Wukong says he's okay. Kojirou's not going to question it. ]