Sakuramoria

-- I do too... Thank you.
Refiteyka stepped back and twirled the blade this way and that, swinging it a couple of times to the side. She liked the weight, and she especially liked that the sword was very beautiful, ceremonial, unlike their monastery sabers. But the former novice had doubts about its practicality; it might be convenient to strike with it, but running with it... And even if she learned to wield swords, it was unlikely that she would be given such a beautiful one.
-- Thank you, -- the girl repeated, returning the weapon. -- And you handle it well...