[ At least one of them will survive and that's what matters. Natsuo stuffs the cloth into his pocket and with his other hand grabs the sword and it's been weeks since he obtained his first sword but nobody's ever taught him how to use it bc they think he's a danger to himself or something, so
you can imagine what fighting the swans off is like, him waving the sword up over his head like helicopter blades trying to keep things away by indescrimnately slashing all around him as he makes a break back away from the forest ]
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you can imagine what fighting the swans off is like, him waving the sword up over his head like helicopter blades trying to keep things away by indescrimnately slashing all around him as he makes a break back away from the forest ]