Crowbars and pipes and the odd bike chain. A switchblade, if you're fancy. Yeah, he feels that. (He'd really like that disarming lesson! A baseball bat isn't a blade, after all. Swords require finesse or something.)

Sora opens his mouth and almost says something a split second before realizing that he misunderstood the analogy. Nothing for Masaomi to reply to, he just looks a bit sillier than usual. He grumbles instead. "Nothing against books. Books are fine. It's me, not them. Wouldn't wanna scare anyone off from reading them if they really wanted to."

He pauses, rolling his shoulders back from his sulk and thinking about it seriously. Sora knows that he doesn't want to be a librarian, but he doesn't know what he'd want to be except... not a librarian. Or a police intern, which he'd done for a couple of years before coming here. Definitely not that. "I always wonder why people who hate kids become teachers. Like, I know money's a thing, but is it really that bad out there?"