The sword finally began to lower and Japan let out a breath of relief. At least his strange habit of trailing after people hadn't resulted in getting him assaulted tonight. That was a point for the board. Slowly, he lowered his hands and was about to put his foot down when Sasuke asked after his skills - and his pose.

Japan flushed red and quickly adjusted his stance, hands at his side, both feet on the ground, shoulders slightly hunched in embarrassment. "...I thought you might stab me," he admitted as he reached behind him to adjust the bag hanging from the strap over one shoulder. "And yes...."

Ah, the Sharingan! Sasuke must have been checking his chakra to assess his skills! That...was so cool. Japan almost forgot he'd been asked a question as he tried to imagine what his chakra would look like - what color would it be? the size? the shape? where was it focused? - until the katana slipped on his shoulder again and he was forced to roll it down to his side, gripping the purple silk covering in one hand.

"Ah, pardon me, yes. I can fight. Although my Constitution forbids aggressive preemptive combat, I am still able to provide back-up and am allowed to engage in acts of self-defense." He paused. "....I am best known as a swordsman, however. Swords have been used in my country for centuries."