[ Hanzo looks at the sword and feels... Very little. It doesn't mean a great deal to him, not really; he had entered the competition because Iorveth had suggested it after the failure of his attempts in the archery. Being able to rise up and take this mantle... Does not feel anything as close to grand as he had imagined it might. It doesn't feel as good as he had hoped, if only because he can picture a handful of people - one in particular - that ought to be here as well.
Breathing out, he shrugs his shoulder, moving and stepping away. ]
I do not care what you do with it. Do as you will.
congratulations
Breathing out, he shrugs his shoulder, moving and stepping away. ]
I do not care what you do with it. Do as you will.