"Beats me," Heiji replied, raising his eyebrow slightly at Kenshin. Did he always talk like that...? He sounded like he was in some kind of play. Or really freaking old.

"A-anyway, Okita-han is totally exaggeratin', I'm not all that good. He whupped me good las' time we fought," Heiji said with a nervous laugh. Honestly if he was talking to someone his own age right now, he might have jumped on the idea. But Kenshin and Okita... they were of a different caliber altogether, and Heiji respected that. Compared to someone who fought regularly for their life instead of fighting for sport, Heiji didn't feel comfortable saying that he had some skill with a sword.

"Plus th'sword I have... s'not like yours. It has a blade t'it. I wouldn' wanna hurt y'somehow." Yeah somehow. The likelihood of him landing a hit on Kenshin was way out in left field, but safety was a big thing in kendo.