Ramza clutched the long blade protectively, as if he feared Sephiroth would leap up and take it from him. "No, not a problem. It is an honor to hold this blade."

He looked around for supplies to use for cleaning it. "Have you oil, and a whetstone? If not, I will go and get some." He was not about to allow this opportunity to pass him by. The last time he has encountered Masamune, he had not been able to stop and admire it. Battles to the death were inconvenient like that.