[He grins broadly, holding the sword out in front of him, horizontally. Yep, plain old broadsword.]
Watch this.
[There was once a time he actually made an effort to keep this hidden. That time is long past, since he whips out the Sword of Light for just about any caliber of foe at this point.
He produces a small pin from somewhere, squinting and letting his tongue poke out between his lips as he fiddles with it near the hilt of the sword. The blade falls loose, hitting the ground, leaving the hilt itself empty.]
no subject
[He grins broadly, holding the sword out in front of him, horizontally. Yep, plain old broadsword.]
Watch this.
[There was once a time he actually made an effort to keep this hidden. That time is long past, since he whips out the Sword of Light for just about any caliber of foe at this point.
He produces a small pin from somewhere, squinting and letting his tongue poke out between his lips as he fiddles with it near the hilt of the sword. The blade falls loose, hitting the ground, leaving the hilt itself empty.]
This is the Sword of Light.
[Not quite, Gourry.]