"I...might. Gimme a second on that." While We WuXian was getting the leaves, Ichigo settled into a meditation pose. Thankfully the trench knife was more under the Old Man's domain and not Shiro's, and Ichigo was able to get permission for Wei WuXian to use it. Coming out of his trance, the trench knife had materialized in his lap, and he offered the handle to the other man. "Might give you a weird feeling to hold it, but he's willing to allow you to use him."