[ It's interesting, that there are things even a being made of magic knows not. Magecraft constantly evolves, grows like humanity does. Though his own Master is a rather ordinary individual, with no magic power of their own, if they were to obtain such kind of power... They are already terrifying in their own way, with countless of spirits of old to aid them in their quest. If they were to add the spirits of weapons, they could conquer the world within a day.

Some embarrassment surfaces to the prince's face at the question - his intentions so easily read. ]

Ah...-- Yes, if you'd excuse me.

[ Gently. Carefully. It is weird, knowing this sword is... likely this man's real body. Appreciating a weapon for its craft and beauty is something any warrior learns to do throughout their lives. Manhandling weapons isn't exquisite. That extra, single knowledge changes Arjuna's entire point of view.

Needless to say, the sword is absolutely gorgeous, so well crafted. It explains Mikazuki's own beauty. Arjuna's hold is delicate, and it takes a few minutes to truly inspect the weapon. Though he stands as an archer, he knows how to appreciate swords. ]

It's gorgeous. I would easily believe it if you said it has been crafted by the Gods. [ It matches not Gandiva's beauty, but it's close. He hands it back to its owner. ] I suppose there is no one who knows how to wield your own body better than... yourself. But I must ask, what would happen with your body if your sword suffered any damage? I cannot help but imagine you'd be harmed as well.