Discovery & the Silver Edge
There he was; walking into what he thought to be his room. It was just as how he left it, books sorted neatly upon the rows of shelves he wanted for his 5th birthday. Imagine that, a child of 5 years wanting bookshelves as a present. The young Kyokute could scarcely believe the story even now as he ran an index finger along the grain of one such shelf.
This one was particularly special but not due to any of his own personal experiences but the result of what he was folded neatly within his pocket. A letter, sent to him by his grandfather upon leaving the Academy. He wasn't one for repeating the entire body of a letter within his mind, but he did keep to memory one cryptic, but not so cryptic message; and it was somewhere...around....he-
"And....how did I not know this was here?" He remarked to himself as he walked down a newly opened passage from his now shifting bookcases, he'll have to clean up that mess sometime once he gets back from whatever this is.
It felt like it went down forever, in truth, he was just walking slowly. At the end he found an unassuming sliding door and beyond that door was something quite...extraordinary, to him at least.
It was....a simple room, much like the one he lived in for the better portion of his childhood just a tad bit larger. However, there were weapons....lot's of them. And they weren't ordinary either. One of them immediately caught his eye:
It was on his right actually, tucked inside a gold-trimmed display case was a rather...interesting looking sword. Immediately, thoughts of him wielding such a weapon swirled in his mind and as he reached out to touch the glass, something odd happened.
The sword vanished, or rather it disappeared under a cloud of darkness. But instead of confusion, he felt a sense of...familiarity. The sort of familiarity when he implemented one of his more interesting genjutsu techniques. A thought struck him and he quickly went to go through the handseals. Normally, he would have used dice...but it seemed impractical at this juncture. Just as he finished the last seal, the dark cloud appeared once again and the same silver sword tore through the shadowy mist to clang loudly against the ground with the tip.
The blade shortfly vanished thereafter; leaving not a confused Tsukasa but someone who was taking it all in stride though surprisingly drained. Before he left the armory, he looked back at the collection behind him and thought to himself.
"And I get to use all this huh? Well Happy Birthday to me then."