"You idiot," Lucca chuckled. "You're actually carrying the Masamune on you? Are you stupid?"
Dalton was stunned. "What? Why, what's wrong with it?!"
"Nothing," Marle said, realizing what Lucca was going for. "It's your....stuff, not our's. Enjoy your lonely nights!"
"What!? You're joking, right?"
"Not at all. The Masamune is legendary for giving fair and just warriors great strength, it's true. But for villains like you, it takes something very important. Think of it as a test of virtue."
"Sh-shut up, you four-eyed freak!! This sword is all-powerful! And so am I!!"
"Not for looo-ooong!" Marle's sing-song voice really got to Dalton.
"Grrrrr!! Then I challenge you, boy! Take the Masamune's handle, lest you be afraid! If you are not affected, I will step aside. Is it worth the risk to you?"
Crono stepped forward, mock-nervous. He had a hard time not laughing. Was he really buying this? Crono reached out and took hold of the Masamune. Dalton stood on awe as Crono easilly pulled the sword away from him.
"You're not affected? Grrrr....." |