[ Trunks takes his time looking around the place that Rokurou brings him to, smiling over to Belkar as he watches him hammer down whatever it is that he's currently working on. ]
It must take a long time to learn how to make these things.
[ And that's when he sees it.
That's when he sees the sword propped against the wall with a leather-wrapped hilt and he stops in his tracks. It's a long-sword, silver for the hand-guard, simple and not at all flashy with jewels or stones embedded inside it. But it has his full attention and Trunks makes his way over to look a little more closely at the blade. ]
Wow...
[ His fingers itch to pick it up and, curiously so, he lets them wrap around the hilt of it and he smiles brightly as he does so.
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It must take a long time to learn how to make these things.
[ And that's when he sees it.
That's when he sees the sword propped against the wall with a leather-wrapped hilt and he stops in his tracks. It's a long-sword, silver for the hand-guard, simple and not at all flashy with jewels or stones embedded inside it. But it has his full attention and Trunks makes his way over to look a little more closely at the blade. ]
Wow...
[ His fingers itch to pick it up and, curiously so, he lets them wrap around the hilt of it and he smiles brightly as he does so.
This is definitely the one. ]