Day 31: Sword

Sword
Summary: Leo thinks about his weapons
Pairing: Leo/Mikey
Prompt: Sword
Day: April 17
Disclaimer: TMNT does not belong to me.


Movie night had just come to an end and everyone was separating to go their own ways for the night. Raph and Don headed up to Don’s room to get in some private time before heading off to sleep. Mikey wanted to draw with his sketch pad and Leo planned on polishing his swords.

As Leo sat in his room and ran a cloth over his swords to clean off any dirt and grime he thought about the conversation that had taken place during the movie. Don had raised some interesting points about the honor in different weapons.

He still didn’t think that guns were a morally sound choice to make when it came to choosing a weapon. There may be some skill involved in using them but there also seemed to be a lot of dumb luck as well from his personal experience.

It had taken Leo years to become a master of his swords. Years of practice, mistakes, trial and error, and more practice had gone into making him the sword master that he was today. There weren’t many who could say the same about using firearms.

There was also the skill and craftsmanship that went into making a sword. Leo knew firsthand just how difficult a task that could be. When the Shredder had broken his swords after throwing him into April’s apartment that fateful winter night, Leo had needed to reforge his swords with Raph’s help.

Days had been spent on the process of creating new swords that had the proper balance, strength, sharpness, and feel that Leonardo required in his weapons. Now with the help of a 3D printer it was possible for anyone to make parts of a gun in less than twenty minutes and the quality wasn’t the same.

As Leo set aside his sword polish and cleaning cloth, he spent a minute to gaze into his reflection on the surface of his weapons. It wasn’t even so much that he preferred his swords over guns. It was that he preferred his swords over any other weapon.

Being a ninja meant that Leo knew how to fight with a variety of different weapons in the event that his were lost to him. Just because he could fight with a multitude of other weapons didn’t mean that he would ever want to.

There was just something about his katanas that called to his spirit. They weren’t just a pair of weapons. They were an extension of himself. The grips on the handles had formed to the very shape of the palms of his hands. The steel was hard and tough enough to cut down any enemy that he set his sights on and yet still felt feather light in his hands.

Leo carefully stood up and replaced all of his supplies before turning off the lights and climbing into bed. Before he laid down however Leo laid his sword against the wall at the head of his bed. As safe as he knew they all were in the lair, if there came a need to defend his family, his swords would be the first thing that he would reach for and Leo knew that with them in his hands, he was unstoppable.