[ Indeed, this sword is the real deal. Forged by the founder of the Osafune school of swordsmiths nearly a millenia ago, destroyed once and reformed again.
The sword doesn't seem to be any different from a normal ('normal') sword when Kay starts examining it... that is, until her fingers eventually brush against the steel of the blade. Assuming she had, like any sensible person, pulled it out by the hilt.
The blade trembles slightly, letting out a faint note as if it had been struck by a tuning fork. There is no further response from the sword until about half a minute later - there is a flash of bright blue-tinted light beside her - ]
Wait! Please don't touch me!
[ - which fades to reveal a man much taller than she is, and much more flustered than she is.
YO
The sword doesn't seem to be any different from a normal ('normal') sword when Kay starts examining it... that is, until her fingers eventually brush against the steel of the blade. Assuming she had, like any sensible person, pulled it out by the hilt.
The blade trembles slightly, letting out a faint note as if it had been struck by a tuning fork. There is no further response from the sword until about half a minute later - there is a flash of bright blue-tinted light beside her - ]
Wait! Please don't touch me!
[ - which fades to reveal a man much taller than she is, and much more flustered than she is.
Yes, he just said 'me'. ]