Watching Downton joke around with him, Ra's al Ghul's expression darkened. He then drew the straight sword from his waist.
After flourishing it beautifully, he tossed the straight sword into the air.
As the sword spun rapidly through the air, Ra's al Ghul casually raised a hand and pinched its tip between two fingers of his right hand.
As he offered the hilt to Downton, Ra's al Ghul tucked his left hand behind his back.
Looking at the hilt held out before him, Downton pulled up his pants and fastened the button at his crotch.
After straightening his waistband, he casually took the longsword and tucked it under his arm, then went to pick up a belt from the side and fastened it around his waist.
Just as he was about to finish buckling the belt, Downton found time to speak to Ra's al Ghul.
"How about it? Think using a sword would be bullying me, so you brought one for me to use?
You really know how to put on airs, old man. If you really wanted to go easy on me, why not get me a Gatling gun?"
"..."
Listening to Downton, Ra's al Ghul suddenly felt that he might have misjudged him earlier.
Or perhaps...
Did he really need a disciple with such a filthy mouth to inherit the great undertaking he had pursued for seven whole centuries?
Compared to this fellow, even that stubborn, bargain-bin son-in-law his precious daughter had taken a liking to seemed more suitable...
As Ra's al Ghul's expression grew increasingly grim, Downton finished fastening his belt and picked up the straight sword.
The emerald-studded hilt connected to a blade roughly ninety centimeters long, carved with an image of an evil dragon breathing fire, making the entire sword exceptionally beautiful.
After swinging it