"Protective would be a better term. His name's Rebellion, and he's something of a family heirloom. Used to belong to my old man."

Rebellion, much like Ikebana, had an odd sense of being not entirely normal. The weapon seemed like it had been cast all in one piece, although the shape of the horned skull with its hollowed, fanged mouth made a mold stiff enough not to deform under the weight impossible. It was perfectly balanced despite the guard that should have been far too heavy for the blade, as if it was made of a lighter material. The entire thing was polished so that the blade could be used as a mirror and had a razor edge, so sharp that it seemed as if it couldn't have been used since the last time it was honed.

While Roze was examining Rebellion, Dante was doing much the same with Ikebana. It reminded him of his brother's sword in some ways, both impossibly perfect and meant to be carried rather than worn. With careful, skilled wrist movements, he turned the blade around, testing the balance and the heft. His motions with the blade made it clear that despite his apparent preference for Western style swords, he was very familiar with katanas as well.