[With only a simple sweep of his arm, 9S dislodges the sword from his back and repositions it in front of him, his hands never touching it. A glowing ring circles the handle, and it seems to be the point of its momentum.]
...I just need to adjust this a bit. [He pushes his hand forward through the air until the ring migrates towards the end of the blade, turning the weapon around with it.
Okay, he can do this. It's definitely not as stable as he'd like, but it'll do.
9S steels himself, and sends Venus one last text.]
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[With only a simple sweep of his arm, 9S dislodges the sword from his back and repositions it in front of him, his hands never touching it. A glowing ring circles the handle, and it seems to be the point of its momentum.]
...I just need to adjust this a bit. [He pushes his hand forward through the air until the ring migrates towards the end of the blade, turning the weapon around with it.
Okay, he can do this. It's definitely not as stable as he'd like, but it'll do.
9S steels himself, and sends Venus one last text.]
Hopefully I don't impale myself on the way back.
[What a terrible time for a joke!]