Viral was definitely not a happy guy right now, it was just ridiculous that anybody would think that a weapon was just a thing they’d be able to pick up and use professionally. If somebody attacked him with a sword and he had his ready to go, he’d still lose to the swordsman in no time flat. They may have their Ki and their fists, but their bodies were still vulnerable to a specialist weapon and considering how easily those weapons had been able to pierce them before, then they were going to be in a lot of trouble if anyone with skill came across them. Letting out a sigh he looked away from everyone, his eyes down at the clothes before they all finally decided to leave the room.

Watching as they all went out, he slowly stood up and rubbed his head, still feeling a little groggy. He really was feeling the tiredness after that, it was not a pleasant feeling either like waking up in the morning. This was the kind that was only felt after surgery and it was sickening. Once everyone was outside, he gradually began to change out of his clothes; however, that didn’t deafen their discussion on the outside. He could hear them clearly, there was no doubt about that, but what was probably the most insulting part was how they actually managed to talk loud enough as if they weren’t even trying to hide it, Takeshi especially.

That kid seriously knew nothing, his arrogance was beyond compare and the most insulting part was how he brushed it off like it was his fault and that he was being the pain. He didn’t want to go with them in the end, he didn’t need any of that noise. Trying to shrug it off for now, he continued to change his clothes; however, just as he getting himself finished and ready his gaze moved to the doorway as if an attack had suddenly come his way. He heard that, Kabocha calling it a ‘sharp stick’. So that’s all the sword was to him? Growling lowly, he pulled at the sleeves, ultimately deciding to tear them off and wrap his forearms up instead before clipping on his belt, his own blade ready for use as he wrapped his scarf around his neck.

Shu felt a little saddened over the discussion, seeing as how they hadn’t managed to make Viral happy even when they were trying hard. He thought he liked fighting, but he seemed reluctant to be anywhere near them. Maybe he was still worried about hurting them, but that worry had to had been long past and something else was creeping up. Letting out a sigh as they spoke, he looked up to his brother, frowning a little, “I thought he didn’t like you calling it a thing”, he spoke, shaking his head, “Please don’t call my tail a thing too…that’s mean…”

T’charrl couldn’t agree with Takeshi or Kabocha either; swords had been used as primary weapons for a long time in his culture as well and they were always deadly in the most skilled of warriors. To hear them being called sticks and things did hurt a little, especially when he had trained most his life to master every weapon he could with his father. Letting out a sigh he decided to back off a bit, giving them all some room as they argued a little bit about what a sword meant to them. He would probably go off and try to meditate in the end, all of it hopefully helping him keep control of himself and find his inner self once more instead of remaining in this large mutant body.

Choi was a little conflicted, but a lot of it he didn’t see as a big deal and it was all just for the sake of arguing to him. Letting out a sigh he looked to Yumi, smiling at her before moving to take a hold of her hand, “I’ll take care of the ship while you’re gone, I swear! If trouble comes, we’ll tell you immediately”, he nodded, trying to keep the others little quarrel out of their hair, “Do you need anything, just give us a shout. I’ll be happy to spar with you once this is all over and you get rid of those creatures, the planet might be really hostile…”

After a short moment, the door opened up but instead of a calm and collected Viral, a very angry one jumped out and went straight for Takeshi, his cleaver unsheathing as if to attack him; however, if the blade got any close to Takeshi without any sort of block, Viral’s blade would halt before it could cut even the sliver of clothing, his gaze focused on his eyes, “Can you even keep up with my blade…or is it still a ‘thing’ to you?”