Takeshi almost wanted to forgo getting his sword altogether, after all he could certainly fight without one. The only reason he was grabbing it now was to save face in front of T'charrl after having said he could use it. If he returned empty handed then his friend would know he couldn't wield the weapon properly still and he'd look like an idiot. Then again... If they got into a fight and he swung it around utterly clueless then that would give it away too. Eh, whatever, he was already on his way to Viral's so there was no reason to change course now. The only real question was whether or not the Beastman would let him take it along with them. Viral was a real stickler about being respectful to one's blade, the way of the sword or something like that. It was fine and all for him, but Takeshi had a hard time buying into it. Seeing a weapon as anything but that was a stretch, maybe he just wasn't open-minded enough for it. Having expressed a desire to learn though maybe Viral would cut him a break and allow it, for some impromptu training. Or... He could slam the door in his face and tell him to sod off.

Viral's door was closed when Takeshi arrived, but it wasn't clear if it was locked or not. Since he really didn't want to barge in and get bit or something he thought it best to not barge in and instead knock... Loudly. Well if the guy was asleep then being quiet wouldn't help anything, now would it? Stepping back a bit from the door just in case it took but a brief moment for the Beastman to answer, not surprisingly seeming rather annoyed. "Uh... Well your door was closed, so... No, I couldn't see anything actually," Takeshi answered, smirking as he scratched at his nose. Realizing he was only going to infuriate his friend the Saiyan dropped both hands at his side, wiping the smile from his face quickly. "Nope, no lizards. The Shaharians can't spare people, but they're giving us medicine and some tools we can probably use. But uh... Before they give us those there's kind of a catch. There's some of them who liked the Saiyan rule and want it back, and I guess they're probably causing problems. So Servas, that is, the shaman we met before asked us to deal with it, so we are."

"The reason I came to see you is... I was hoping I could get my sword." Giving a meek smile Takeshi pressed his hands together in a pleading gesture, bowing his head politely as well. "Pleeeeease? I really want to try using it in a fight, and I told T'charrl I know how! I can't go back empty handed, I'll look like an idiot!" Most likely the need to use his sword would never come to pass, he sincerely doubted the Shaharians would be foolish enough to attack them. Then again he hadn't thought the Kaesstrians would attack them either and those people had nearly killed them. Glancing up at Viral hopefully, Takeshi stepped closer, throwing an arm around the Beastman's shoulders and gently punching the closer shoulder with a smile. "Come oooon, we're friends right? And friends help each other out, like giving them their sword! I swear I'll be careful with it, and I'll only use it if I really have to."