Nightshift 32: East Wing, Hall A
[from here]
1, 2, 3. Kurikara grinned, stopping outside the third door. The janitor's closet to be exact. He'd been staring at his own map long enough to recognise it.
...Well, that and it was kind of obvious.
It was weird. Back home, the only luxury he really indulged in was being downright anal retentive about his swords and the tools he used to forge them. He never thought he'd be looking forward to some crappy household hammer because maybe it could help him make a half-decent weapon. It couldn't be helped.
Kurikara tried the door, finding it locked. That wasn't a problem. He took a couple of steps back, shifting the weight of his sword again and aimed a solid kick directly above the doorknob. Normally his sword would be able to slice through the door without incident, but he'd known from the moment he laid hands on Murakumo that it was no stronger than any other sword now.
[to here]
1, 2, 3. Kurikara grinned, stopping outside the third door. The janitor's closet to be exact. He'd been staring at his own map long enough to recognise it.
...Well, that and it was kind of obvious.
It was weird. Back home, the only luxury he really indulged in was being downright anal retentive about his swords and the tools he used to forge them. He never thought he'd be looking forward to some crappy household hammer because maybe it could help him make a half-decent weapon. It couldn't be helped.
Kurikara tried the door, finding it locked. That wasn't a problem. He took a couple of steps back, shifting the weight of his sword again and aimed a solid kick directly above the doorknob. Normally his sword would be able to slice through the door without incident, but he'd known from the moment he laid hands on Murakumo that it was no stronger than any other sword now.
[to here]