[He's tempted to try it himself, black and then red, to see if they cancel each other out, but Amada being in this place makes everything more complicated. The notion of just leaving the kid alone again without warning if something happens to him twists at his stomach.

(And, reluctantly, he's willing to admit to himself that it'd be kind of horrible to watch someone die from trying to help you, regardless of how little Shinjiro cares about his own well-being)

So he's pacing, pondering if there's some trick to this, like if you're supposed to mix the teas or if you should pour them somewhere or what, when Tsurumaru speaks up again. Shinjiro slows at first, then stops as the words sink in. "I can only feel this body", he'd said. His true form is a sword. That's...well, that's a new one in this place, he supposes. But truly, why not? It's not like there aren't plenty of stories about tsukumogami back in Japan. He's seen much weirder at this point than a possessed sword having a human form.]

I definitely don't know how to reforge a sword or anything, for the record. But it's a big city. Someone can probably do it. [...] Don't have to say it's for you.

[Since he gets the feeling this guy would prefer people to assume he's human, based on how this situation has gone down.

...But all that's immaterial if he doesn't find the sword, so it's time to get looking. There doesn't seem to be anything buried within the nearby plants, but ... that sure is a shelf, over there. Is it large enough to fit a sword in? Maybe. Time to start opening some drawers!]