[Vergil's eyes fall on the swords as they glint in the sunlight. He takes a moment to admire the craftsmanship of the weapons before his stance shifts almost imperceptibly once more. His shoulders square up, and his free hand tenses, flexing his fingers. Otherwise he makes no movement, simply taking in everything about his surroundings. Even with his speed diminished, his skill was still his own, honed in the fire of thousands of battlefields, after all.]
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Yes, I am ready whenever you are, kensei.