AKATSUKI
Kenzo cut his hand, put it on the gate and it creaked open with a rumble, letting a wave of heat escape.
As the gate opened, the heat was all Akatsuki could feel. It was different from the heat she'd feel on a hot summer's day, for it mostly lacked freshness. It was artificial, industrial, like walking into a factory in the midst of its work. Such a place was where she was built, remodelled and given power even beyond that, and yet this furnace felt foreign to her.
And in a moment, it was completely blown away.
Through the heat, Akatsuki looked inside and saw a sight that made her forget everything else for a moment. The fact she was stranded, Kenzo's entire situation and the heat she found so uncomfortable were all swept away in awe of the blade before her. The most apt comparison would be when a man sees the most beautiful woman in the world, and suddenly all else stops existing for a second, until he is jostled into reality.
A jostle she felt when Kenzo explained its creation, its purpose. Not just for the blade, but the furnace as well. He pulled the sword out and asked her opinion.
Akatsuki looked at it, almost reached out to try to hold it, and could only answer in a quiet voice.
"It's pretty."