[ And there it is. The fundamental flaw between Cloud's ideologies and the Kamisato Art Tachi Jutsu. To him, this bokken was a weapon. It was an extension of himself, yes, but one he can be parted from without problem. The Buster Sword? ...perhaps more than ever these days, feels like a detached piece from him. As strong and skilled as he was, as he continues to seek openings and attempt to crack open the master of her art, Cloud finds nothing. He's the aggressor, only temporarily stepping back or digging into the ground when he anticipates she's going to strike back. It's like she's not fighting to defeat him...but he doesn't take offense.
But the more confused the blond feels, the more clouded his thoughts become, effectively going through the motions of combat by the time he pushes Ayaka back and she distances herself. Conscious enough of his own movements to realize she's lowering her sword, he looses the tension from his muscles as he answers her in kind, lowering his guard and keeping that distance between them. To answer her question as he glances down at his longer bokken, grip tightening a little as he inspects the dark oak with mako-infused eyes: ]
Like I'm still trying to use something heavier. [ He lifts his sword up in front of him, fingers running along the back of the blade. ] I'm more used to this length, but...
[ The weapon returns to his side. Something feels off. He doesn't understand yet, but it's not the weapon he wields. It's himself. Cloud is off. ]
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But the more confused the blond feels, the more clouded his thoughts become, effectively going through the motions of combat by the time he pushes Ayaka back and she distances herself. Conscious enough of his own movements to realize she's lowering her sword, he looses the tension from his muscles as he answers her in kind, lowering his guard and keeping that distance between them. To answer her question as he glances down at his longer bokken, grip tightening a little as he inspects the dark oak with mako-infused eyes: ]
Like I'm still trying to use something heavier. [ He lifts his sword up in front of him, fingers running along the back of the blade. ] I'm more used to this length, but...
[ The weapon returns to his side. Something feels off. He doesn't understand yet, but it's not the weapon he wields. It's himself. Cloud is off. ]