He's old, but he's not that old. (Just mostly.) (For Kingdom Hearts, anyway).
The pain passed as quickly as it arrived, though he might well have needed a hand to rise once he was done. For now, however, his hand released Ventus' shoulder, and blue eyes and grey maintained a steady gaze.
There was a flash of white light, rows of golden rectangles spinning counter to one another, before the Master Keeper solidified, formed in his outstretched right hand. Not held to one side, not in attack; held at the horizontal, as though in defense, or, rather, deference.
Right hand tightly clasping the hilt, Eraqus' left hand rose to support the shaft, resting beneath where the simple E-shaped teeth joined the blade.
"In your hand, take this Key."
Eraqus' expression remained solemn, even though his eyes gleamed slightly, and his words were spoken with all due seriousness. They both already know Ventus has proven worthy of the Keyblade. But that isn't what this is about.
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The pain passed as quickly as it arrived, though he might well have needed a hand to rise once he was done. For now, however, his hand released Ventus' shoulder, and blue eyes and grey maintained a steady gaze.
There was a flash of white light, rows of golden rectangles spinning counter to one another, before the Master Keeper solidified, formed in his outstretched right hand. Not held to one side, not in attack; held at the horizontal, as though in defense, or, rather, deference.
Right hand tightly clasping the hilt, Eraqus' left hand rose to support the shaft, resting beneath where the simple E-shaped teeth joined the blade.
"In your hand, take this Key."
Eraqus' expression remained solemn, even though his eyes gleamed slightly, and his words were spoken with all due seriousness. They both already know Ventus has proven worthy of the Keyblade. But that isn't what this is about.