[Jiro's eyes aren't on the sword, but Yukari's arm and wrist, looking for something that telegraphs enough to anticipate the trajectory and ready to take the blow when it comes. He blocks the blade with his hands, one on either of side of it. The material of his gloves, and his jumpsuit, looks like some kind of kevlar, but it was created with a lot of perks, one being a resistance to blades of standard metals in his world. A sword from home wouldn't cut through to his palms, and he's hoping for the same here, but willing to deal with lacerations later if he's been too careless and made poor assumptions.]
Oi, just because I don't use a weapon doesn't mean my skill level's shit!
[He says that, but Jiro rarely uses said skills or any of his extensive martial arts training with flair, preferring to just brawl like a heathen. And it's why he moves to kick Yukari in the stomach while keeping the blade at bay.]
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Oi, just because I don't use a weapon doesn't mean my skill level's shit!
[He says that, but Jiro rarely uses said skills or any of his extensive martial arts training with flair, preferring to just brawl like a heathen. And it's why he moves to kick Yukari in the stomach while keeping the blade at bay.]