"So instead of an indoor voice and an outdoor voice, you've got an indoor height and an outdoor height," Yato joked, grinning like it was the cleverest thing he'd ever pronounced.

He accepts the sword after only a brief hesitation, good etiquette of swordsmanship making him automatically deferential to accepting another's personal weapon. Pepper had mentioned that they'd take care of the weaponry for today's bout, true, but that was still unexpected. Yato withdraws the blade from its sheath carefully, holding it upright to admire the craftsmanship, and lets gravity take its point to spin in a slow circle in his hand, familiarizing himself with its weight.

It's an image of incongruity to be sure, and yet it doesn't look wrong. Yato takes a few testing swings with Vee's sword, learning it. It might not feel as natural to him as swords like katana or wakizashi, but handling blades is like breathing.

"No," he says belatedly, realizing Pepper had made that offer for an alternative. "This is fine."