[Akira watches Eikichi work with an intensity that can only mean he's serious about learning how to do this. when the display is finished, he takes the knife from Eikichi, head canting slightly as he inspects it. it's a bit different from the chef's knives he uses while making curry, and very different from the daggers he fights with in the Metaverse, but. . .]
[he flips the knife smoothly in his hand until the blade is parallel with his arm, handle tucked against his palm. with a second flick of his wrist, he's holding it correctly again, though only for a second before he tosses it to his other hand, catches it by the handle, and twirls it adeptly between his fingers]
[. . . now he's just showing off, what an ass. at least the display only lasts for a few seconds before he finally transfers the knife back to his dominant hand and starts to filet that fish with careful precision]
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[he flips the knife smoothly in his hand until the blade is parallel with his arm, handle tucked against his palm. with a second flick of his wrist, he's holding it correctly again, though only for a second before he tosses it to his other hand, catches it by the handle, and twirls it adeptly between his fingers]
[. . . now he's just showing off, what an ass. at least the display only lasts for a few seconds before he finally transfers the knife back to his dominant hand and starts to filet that fish with careful precision]