Samehada
Just A Starving Writer
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Author's Plea: I've had these drabbles sitting on my jump drive forever. Decided I might as well post them... Maybe picking up this drabble series will inspire my muse? Maybe... Enjoy if you can.
Part 5.
After two sleepless weeks, she requested to visit the sword. The technicians researching it were more than happy to allow her request. They were particularly hopeful to see how the sword reacted in the presence of someone it actually liked.
Her first reaction to seeing the sword that was tormenting her was shock.
"It's… it shrunk," she said numbly, staring at the significantly smaller weapon. It looked like it would just fit her frame – perfectly sized for her.
"Yes," the lead technician explained with a measure of awe. "About a day after we received Samehada it underwent a transformation of sorts. It is now approximately 64 centimeters shorter." He looked over her then, seeming to take her proportion into account before smiling benevolently. "We were hoping you could confirm some of our theories."
She only nodded idly while approaching the sword. It almost hummed with contentment as she reached her fingers forward to trace the hilt.
The sword seemed to exude happiness at her touch.
With a sigh, she wrapped her hand around the handle, lifting it carefully. Though still hefty, the weight was now much more manageable for someone of her stature.
"It's lighter, too," she commented without drawing her gaze away.
The technicians excitedly wrote down observations while she switched the sword between her two hands, adjusting her grip and feeling how it preferred to be held.
"I think… I need to practice," she mumbled before turning a too-wide smile to the technician in charge. "Care to take this outside?"