Then...He began to search through the blades with a keen interest. He could tell by the look of the blade what would work best with him, and none of what he could see were it. Then he saw a set of similar made blades. All still in the case, mind you, so Ryouko had to carefully slide off the glass. The black sheath of the uppermost blade in the case was soft to the touch, and felt good in his hand.

Strike that, It felt great.

Ryouko drew out the sword slowly, admiring the plain design and yet, the sharp cutting edge. He set it down across his lap, placing one hand on the hilt while the free hand ran along the flat of the blade. 

"Perfect." He whispered, as he stood up and gathered the two, smaller blades. He strapped the two largest to his waist, positioned at a curve, as he slid the smaller one into his jacket. He then walked over to one of the guards. "Can I go back to the Arena and practice with these?"