[He stares at the sword for a moment, as if considering the exact "enchantment" he'll use. Honestly, he probably is thinking of what he could do here. But whether what he said is true or not, there is something to be said about his family's heritage and culture of charms and beliefs in one's weapon. About the power of one's will, hopes, and desires that drive it through battle.
If Trunks is expecting flashy lights or some kind of chant, he'll be a little disappointed. Rokurou won't say anything, instead focusing on the blade for a few moments before he places a forefinger atop the middle of it. Closing his eyes, he takes a breath and then as if with well-practiced motions, his finger moves across the blade: right, left, an arc clockwise up top, back around to complete the circle counter clock wise, and then a hard strike down the center.
And although he really did not intend it...there may actually be a little bit of a shimmer of pale orange yellow light, one that he catches a glimpse of as he looks back up. Well, huh. That's a little surprising. But then again...]
All right, that should do it. Just a little something to help guide your blade and to give you the courage and strength to strike true.
[Even if it was just something as simple and silly as just hoping for Trunks to be able to enjoy his sword and that it would actually be useful for him should he ever use it in a fight, those feelings were genuine enough for the world to pick up and act on it.]
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[He stares at the sword for a moment, as if considering the exact "enchantment" he'll use. Honestly, he probably is thinking of what he could do here. But whether what he said is true or not, there is something to be said about his family's heritage and culture of charms and beliefs in one's weapon. About the power of one's will, hopes, and desires that drive it through battle.
If Trunks is expecting flashy lights or some kind of chant, he'll be a little disappointed. Rokurou won't say anything, instead focusing on the blade for a few moments before he places a forefinger atop the middle of it. Closing his eyes, he takes a breath and then as if with well-practiced motions, his finger moves across the blade: right, left, an arc clockwise up top, back around to complete the circle counter clock wise, and then a hard strike down the center.
And although he really did not intend it...there may actually be a little bit of a shimmer of pale orange yellow light, one that he catches a glimpse of as he looks back up. Well, huh. That's a little surprising. But then again...]
All right, that should do it. Just a little something to help guide your blade and to give you the courage and strength to strike true.
[Even if it was just something as simple and silly as just hoping for Trunks to be able to enjoy his sword and that it would actually be useful for him should he ever use it in a fight, those feelings were genuine enough for the world to pick up and act on it.]