Tomoe's gaze moved over the Guardian Angel Set with open disgust, lingering on the rose-gold lines running through the armor before returning to Cassarae's face. "A sword cultivator doesn't need something like that."
Cassarae looked down at herself, then back up. "This armor is so my ass and tits aren't hanging out, a whore like you wouldn't understand."
Tomoe's grin widened.
Her empty sword hand lifted by instinct before stopping halfway, and for an instant both women seemed to remember the same thing: Tomoe had snapped her own weapon in half and thrown it away. The realization didn't seem to bother her much, while Cassarae's attention had already dropped to the rusted sword resting in her own palm.
