[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/k6jwQ8x/image.png[/img][h3]Shigenaga Nomura
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Nomura admired the pair of fans he received, holding one in each hand. He took note of their weight, and how they felt as he swung them around. They were surely heavier than normal fans of similar make, that much was certain. With his blessed form, Nomura was capable of moving them around easily, but the heft of these fans were still something to keep into consideration. After all, these sorts of weapons rely on momentum. Directing the weight of these fans to hit right where he wanted, directing the weight of the fans into the spikes, things of that nature.

Of course, Nomura had never wielded such weapons before, so this was all gathered from quick observation.

"[color=lavender]Ah, right. Didn't realize they were waiting for little old me. Sorry about that~[/color]"

Nomura took a brief moment to get used to the movement of opening and closing each fan, taking note of any changes to the weight while doing so. Afterward, he put the darker fan away, holding the lighter one in his off hand while he reached for one of the curved blades carried around by much of Mie's workforce. As much as he wasn't interested in learning the brutal art of the sword, Mie had a point when she suggested picking up a blade. The fans, elegant as they may be, were also quite short. A longer weapon may be of more use to Nomura, especially as he acquaints himself with combat. He hung the blade's sheath by his hip before making his way to the arena. Looking at the Oni he was supposed to train with, Nomura gave a confident stare, hovering his main hand over the sheathed blade as he opened the fan in his other, wafting himself lightly as he awaited the Oni to make the first move.

"[color=lavender]Shall we begin, then?[/color]"