Itachi had decided on leaving the stolen blade behind for one simple reason. He was not skilled enough to wield it. It was a beautifully crafted weapon that deserved better than to be held in inexperienced hands. Brows furrowed slightly at the simple question asked in response to the boy’s uncommon request. Suddenly the monstrous male broke into motion, and the words that escaped him revealed their meaning despite the foreign language. Ears moved to lean against darker blonde hues, but he knew that the only valid option here was to give into the pressure.
The young male quickly took the short route to his cave and retrieved the lovely piece of deadly treasure. He followed the fresh scent of the other warrior until the air he breathed was fresh no longer the stagnant of the caves. Young hands clutched the sleek black sheath where the finely crafted metal waited. The Lykoi disliked the thought of sparring with axe and sword, but if he refused to use his sword for training then there was the chance he would not get the opportunity to practise with a more seasoned fighter at all. He did not want to risk that.
Finally catching up with the other Anathema member, the younger male waited silently for instruction.
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