Kisame followed, coming to his feet with Samehada. He tried not to be too obvious about healing his injuries with chakra from the sword, but if Sephiroth noticed, he noticed. Speaking of, they had something in return, so Kisame hefted Samehada and cleared his throat. The sword complained a little, but then spit out Masamune. The sword might have been covered in something like spit, but otherwise it was pristine, as if it had just been polished and possibly even sharpened only a moment before. Kisame offered it out with a smile and a bow.

“Your blade.”