[All he could imagine was being slung over Kogi's shoulder like a sack of rice, or being carried like a delicate princess. Lazy as he was at the best of times, and prone to napping whenever he was in a sufficiently quiet and comfortable spot, he couldn't say that he was entirely sure he knew what was being implied.

So...]

Mister Kogi, I'm afraid you might be mistaken. I'm neither a blade nor someone who is adept with one. Rather, what we should be striding toward is my being worthy of carrying you some day.

Although...

[He glanced up, purposfully emphasizing their startling difference in height.]

As things stand, that might not be so easy. I never imagined a 'small fox' would stand quite so tall.