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- The blade itself was a thing of beauty, such that not even the meager shaft of light could diminish its radiance. A dazzling white ito, untainted and wrapped evenly around like the finest, purist silk. A deep blue tsuba lined with glorious gold, tapered in towards its center and expanding out to either end as though the blade which ran through it had split a once perfect circle in twain. And the blade— by God, the blade. A shimmering silver with hamon like gentle ocean waves which extended out nearly eighty centimeters, maybe more. Was this thing a nodachi?
- Sam let out an impressed whistle. He was a very lucky man.
- - Ragnarust Round 0
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