“He’s the best.” Gokudera says simply. He could go on and on about him all day, but doesn’t want some random stranger to hear so much.

“What are your companions like, hm? They swords, too?” He’s still not sure he believes that Yasusada is a sword. It’s not the strangest thing he’s heard, but he’s not eager to take that as fact when this person looks like… a person.