[The sword hangs at Sasuke's side as Nico prepares for flower slaughter. He's patient, his eye lingering clinically along the black blade. Interesting. There's a kind of chakra he can sense, in a way, something which pulls on his edges, a licking at his shadows.
But it feels forbidden. Kinjutsu.
Watching the flowers decay into ash is only icing on the cake. The sword is not a trifling toy, though regarding Nico, Sasuke doesn't think the boy is quite the dunce Naruto or others similar would be.
Lifting his arm, he slides his own sword back into the sheathe until it clicks.] Your weapon and its technique is rather dangerous for someone as young as you. [He doesn't sound condescending surprisingly. It's more of a way to see if Nico will give him more information without him having to activate either of his eyes.
Besides, when Sasuke was that age, he was all about living even more dangerously.]
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But it feels forbidden. Kinjutsu.
Watching the flowers decay into ash is only icing on the cake. The sword is not a trifling toy, though regarding Nico, Sasuke doesn't think the boy is quite the dunce Naruto or others similar would be.
Lifting his arm, he slides his own sword back into the sheathe until it clicks.] Your weapon and its technique is rather dangerous for someone as young as you. [He doesn't sound condescending surprisingly. It's more of a way to see if Nico will give him more information without him having to activate either of his eyes.
Besides, when Sasuke was that age, he was all about living even more dangerously.]