Well there was at least proof that there was certainly nothing wrong with Sephiroth's sharp intuition. He 'hmm'ed lightly and nodded at Ramza in acknowledgment, having known there were several places that one might go to for weapons or armor work that might need doing within Aqures but never having the need to go looking for one himself. True to his perfectionist nature, such tasks could only be satisfactorily completed by the one who would wield the same and so Sephiroth had always maintained his own equipment personally.

A moment later, he tilted his head up and towards the wall behind Ramza in a directive nod. There, at just short of what would usually be Sephiroth's head height, Masamune -the blade itself wrapped in a dark blue, soft cloth material- lay across two halves of a wall mount made of solid, dark wood. The black-wrapped handle positioned towards the doorway, true telling of Sephiroth's left-handed bearing.

"She could do with a little more care than I'm currently able to afford her." He was clearly disappointed in himself due to that fact, given that he'd not hardly glimpsed the naked steel for himself since it had been delivered back from Esdham to him. Part of him didn't want to think too much into how weathered it might be due to the time they'd spent in the desert like environment.