[It's certainly an improvement, is it not, over the child who might have forged blindly ahead, content in knowing they could simply RESET their mistakes into oblivion.
They have no reason to argue, and so they do not. They retrieve what is theirs by right.
The effect is instantaneous.
The blade ignites like a torch, bathing the faces of both children in its harsh red cast, limning the tips of their hair in a spectacular wash of crimson. The pattern spirals from pommel to blade tip, the crescent vine-like patterns winding 'round and 'round, sparking the end in a trail of dust motes, flakes of white and scarlet.
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They have no reason to argue, and so they do not. They retrieve what is theirs by right.
The effect is instantaneous.
The blade ignites like a torch, bathing the faces of both children in its harsh red cast, limning the tips of their hair in a spectacular wash of crimson. The pattern spirals from pommel to blade tip, the crescent vine-like patterns winding 'round and 'round, sparking the end in a trail of dust motes, flakes of white and scarlet.
* About times.
Chara smiles, undeniably satisfied.]
Right where it belongs.