[This isn't his first time doing this, so he's a bit more confident as he reaches forward to Japan's chest. His hand closed around a handle, and as soon as he felt the wrappings, he knew exactly what he was dealing with. Not that he was surprised. He pulled it out quickly, and took a moment to inspect it. The white and red was striking, but similarly unsurprising. He then proceeded to unsheathe it.] A sword isn't one of my strong suits. I never did well with the practice swords when I stayed at the shrine. [And he had the bruises to show for it.]