[He saw those extra slices, Bedi. Dazai, the pinnacle of maturity, puffed his cheek and ate the beef like a threatening ten-year-old.

Being fussed over was always strange, and he only let it slide this time because of the necessity. Promise.]

Fighting like that sounds incredibly inconvenient. That you pulled it off, however, does mean you're pretty skilled.

[Sure, Bedivere wasn't Lancelot, or Gawain, or someone renowned for swordfighting. That didn't mean the guy had zero chance of improving in who knows how long he's travelled. This was the line Dazai had decided to draw in his mind, separating legend from actual knight.]