[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Edge of the Blue- Open Ocean[/center]
[center]Lvl 6 (33/60) +10 Combat XP -> Lvl 6 (44/60) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 311 words[/center]

Geralt nodded at Sakura as she spoke, at least somewhat heartened to know that she was only somewhat more familiar with the intricacies of the technology around them. He supposed it made sense, in a fashion. He knew how to swing a sword, and how to sharpen a dulled or slightly chipped blade, but [i]making[/i] a sword was a bit beyond him. As was the ideal carbon content of steel. He remembered Hattori mentioning something about that when he was muttering about making a sword for him. 

It didn't matter. Apparently that thing he did with Isabelle-apparently called karaoke-was invented in her homeland of Japan. It was...interesting. Enjoyable. Maybe if they had time, they'd do some more later, but they had more important matters to deal with. He followed the conversation, nodding along when she mentioned magic and monsters, but his eyes unfocused a bit when she started listing off different kinds of foods. 

He recognized [i]two words[/i] out of everything she listed. Chicken. And Bread. Wait, did she say she was a- "Did you just say you were a competitive [i]eater?[/i] How does that work?" Thankfully, the conversation was interrupted by the Shipgirls, and Geralt took that chance to avoid learning what was probably some strange otherworldly ritual based around a lack of scarcity so great it was worrying. 

Seaplane Tender's absolutely humiliating entrance almost made him feel bad for her. Almost. He regarded her warily, unsure if this was some sort of ploy to appear harmless, or if she had genuinely just fallen flat on her face in front of them all. 

Disregarding those concerns, with Sakura taking care to seat the Water Princess and try to alleviate Ranger's concerns, Geralt nodded in confirmation. "If you'd met me yesterday, I'd have been a few feet taller and with arms down to my knees. You'll be fine."