Takeshi was, to put it lightly, annoyed. It was his sword after all, why did he even have to ask Viral for it? Sure, he'd agreed to let the Beastman keep it as part of their agreement, but what was stopping him from just storming in and taking it? Some sore guy who probably wouldn't be much of an obstacle, that's who. He knew that would only end badly though, he had to keep his anger in check if he wanted to get his blade. Gritting his teeth tightly he raised a fist in the Beastman's face, trying to convey just how badly he needed the sword. "Vegeta told us not to interrupt the training, and I figured you'd want us to stay out of it! If you told me to come by whenever then I would have, but you never said that! And you're not exactly the most forthcoming person I know, so sorry if I hesitate to ask." So much for keeping his anger in check, now he was shouting. Releasing a loud sigh of discontent he folded his arms over his chest, huffing before turning his head away after his hand was slapped. "Of course I remember what it looks like," Takeshi replied indignantly, looking back at Viral, "How would I not know what my own sword looks like? Come on, just give me it already, I'll be fine."

So was he or wasn't he going to get his weapon? Takeshi saw Viral glance back at the blade for a moment and he was hopeful his friend was contemplating giving it over. What the Beastman had to say however made him sulk in rejection, narrowing his eyes and looking at Viral unamused. "So you want an untrained novice to spar against a master swordsman... That's what I'm getting..." he grumbled, sighing as he hung his head and closed his eyes. "Great... Well fine, if I have to do that so you'll give me my own weapon then I'll do it. Parrying can't be all that difficult after all." Parrying was... What exactly? He'd heard the term before somewhere and was positive he'd seen people do it in combat, Viral especially. It wasn't the same as blocking, but he thought it was similar. Darn it, he was going to be made out like a fool wasn't he? If he had to dance to Viral's tune to get his sword he'd do it, given no other choice. Extending a waiting hand out Takeshi smiled expectantly, cocking his head to the side in his usual arrogant manner. "Let's see it then. I'll show you I can do this, then you'll have no choice but to give it to me."