[There sits a wet, albeit still nicely dressed Tsurugi directly in front of his lavender SFC, staring straight ahead blankly for a few moments. Oh. It's recording.]
Greetings to those watching this, which is no doubt everyone. New friends, I sit before you as a humbled lord and heir of the Discabil family. [Slight pause for admiring gasps from viewers. Anyone...?] You may all call me Kamishiro Tsurugi! I... replace the gods with a sword's slash. [The perfect mix of self-gratitude and confidence flashes all over his face, seemingly stuck in a permanent grin. And that totally was not a pun on his own name. Oh, wait, yes it was.]
Friends, please come forward. I wish to engage in friendly competition with all of you! Does anyone fence? Play soccer? Dance? Anything really, for you all will soon realize my talents.
[Now he's close. Way way way too close to the camera, his normally stoic face quickly disfiguring to a frown that he's attempting to bury with an awkward smile. If only a wormman of his status could ignore the worry that was building inside of him. The end result of his efforts is
not attractive.]
...Nee-san, are you out there somewhere?
[He may or may not have figured out his glowing orb was not his sibling. Whoops.]