Hire me, Kanesada.
Initially, a smirk is the only answer to Yasusada’s bold proclamation, Izuminokami meeting the other’s gaze unflinchingly as he raised himself from here he had been sitting to face them.
In all honestly, he’d wondered when (if) the other swords would come to the dojo, if only to satisfy their curiosity. And yet, he was somehow not surprised that it was Yasusada who was the first to arrive, nor that they were the first challenge him so openly in his domain.
Reaching down, Izuminokami picks up two bokken, tossing one over to Yasusada with a short bark of laughter.
“Fight me, Yasusada, Prove that you’re worthy of standing with me in practicing this.”
(Of course, no matter how this battle turns out, he’s going accept Yasusada with only a token argument. Regardless of the other’s affiliation, they are the only other being in this realm besides himself with enough knowledge about Tennen Rishin Ryu to be capable of teaching it to others.)













