<em>High irregular?</em>Now he sounded like her father, or at least her butler. Or the Morality Officer on the Student Council, whom she'd always hated in the passive-aggressive way only another student could!<br/><br/>But still - It didn't stop Shizuka from waving...Just a little!...to the squire as he hustled off - Smothering her giggle just in time! She was supposed to save this world, whatever it meant - But even so...!<br/><br/>She sobered, just a little, as she stepped into the armory - Her eyes widening, ever-so-slightly, a soft gasp teased from her lips. This was...!<br/><br/>-All right. This was so very, very *real*.<br/><br/>She'd seen weapons before, of course - But they'd always seemed...Tame, somehow. Ornamental, like the swords her father hung in the dojo. For show, a relic of times past, certainly not something you'd *use*...<br/><br/>But as the smell of oil and steel came to her at last, a little shiver - not unpleasant - raced through Shizuka. Oversized as they seemed, the weapons here were...Workmanlike. Serviceable. Yes, she could imagine them being<em>used</em>...*Vividly*.<br/><br/>"Hmmm?" Her wooden sword looked almost quaint, compare to the weapons there - She glanced down, in time with Reiner's gesture...<br/><br/>"It's..." She shifted, slightly - then the truth came out in a rush. "It's a wooden sword-"<br/><br/>A lissome leg rose, as she eyed the leg and foot greaves - Would she even be able to<em>move</em>in that? Well, she had to try! Her hand came to rest on Reiner's broad shoulder, with a soft "Excuse me..." - one shapely leg rising, to slip into the proffered armor...Which meant that the hem of her pleated skirt rode up, s-l-o-w-l-y...With a tempting glimpse of the creamy white panties beneath-!