Ah but I wasn't put into a shrine until after my master died in battle. So I wouldn't call myself a shrine sword.

[And he doesn't comment on the skill or madness. Even if his brother and himself were both bigger than the Laundry Pole when they were swords. Why discuss that little detail, after all? He already knows they're huge and there's something else catching his attention.]

I don't like to be sober. Besides, we don't need such an intent in a duel.

[And it's now when he takes his first strike, that long blade slicing through the air without mercy.]