[oh he's noticed. and he's made a mental note to finish this quickly. with a breath, he lunges forward, and--]
[well. the real Kuroba Kaito may only know the most basic of swordsmanship skills, but a metaphorical representation of Kuroba Kaito can do whatever the hell he wants]
[the sound of metal crashing against metal fills the clearing as Kaito lunges and dodges and parries and slices at the figure, who does likewise in return. the two individuals kick up snow as they fight, their swords glinting and glimmering as they move. they seem to be pretty evenly matched]
[until the figure-- who now looks like a glitchy Kaito, of all people-- is suddenly slammed against a nearby tree, pinned to it by the hilt of true heart Kaito's sword]
no subject
[well. the real Kuroba Kaito may only know the most basic of swordsmanship skills, but a metaphorical representation of Kuroba Kaito can do whatever the hell he wants]
[the sound of metal crashing against metal fills the clearing as Kaito lunges and dodges and parries and slices at the figure, who does likewise in return. the two individuals kick up snow as they fight, their swords glinting and glimmering as they move. they seem to be pretty evenly matched]
[until the figure-- who now looks like a glitchy Kaito, of all people-- is suddenly slammed against a nearby tree, pinned to it by the hilt of true heart Kaito's sword]
Do it!