[He smirks ever so slightly, but lets Taichi take the strange blade. It's somewhat heavy, but not unbalanced. The material feels cold in his hands, sturdy and resilient. The sharp shape of a bat's wing bookend by the glimpse of white feathers. The eye in the guard peers up at Taichi.

Nothing magical happens.

However, there is just something about holding it that makes his heart feel like a warm, burning ember in the dark.]

I can use it alright. Sakyou was trying to teach me how to use a sword since it's different than fencing. This is the only thing I have close to one, so I took it with me.