[Ignis' hands hesitate for a brief moment when Nyx all but collapses beside him. He's getting used to all the sweat and dirt involved in the work, the sort of thing Gladio seems to revel in, but it's still so messy.]

They're well-balanced. With identical siding to them, I never have to worry about which way they're pointing or what direction they're situated in my hand for a cutting edge. Clean. Efficient. [A light shrug.] That's not to say that yours shouldn't work for you or couldn't work for me; with enough training, anyone could become proficient in any variation of weaponry. These happen to be my choice.

[He brings up the blade he's been concentrating on, tilting it this way, angling it that way, seeing if it's to his liking. It might also be a bit of a show for his...mentor. His mentor who doesn't seem fit for mentoring, and yet here they are. A wild, instinctual beast and an intellectual strategist. Still, he wants to be making a good impression here.]

You don't approve. You think they're slow and showy.