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kaminotsumahajiki replied to your post: [[My muse is fickle and my schedule is Terrible....
//*pats you lots* Take your time, bby. Muses are nerds like that! Congratulations on graduating! <33
[[Wah thank you so much ;w; I’ll try my best to keep up here in the meantime....you’re all so sweet ; w;]]
shaethed has arrived.
As with any new arrival, a small crowd began to form by the swordsmith. As it was mostly curious tantous, he could see past them very easily. Aruji-sama knelt as the smith hammered away, adding final touches before laying it before them.
In a bright flash of light, the other swords scattered, covering their eyes. Mitsutada took a few steps forward, and soon, a new human form came into view.
To his surprise, the new sword carried not only his blade, but a more modern hand cannon as well. Moving his gaze to the ground, he bowed, keeping his distance. “Welcome, I am Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, of the Osafune school.”
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Fixing his posture, Mitsutada couldn’t help but smirk at the remark. He always made sure to look presentable, no matter if it was in the stables, in the kitchen, or on the battlefield.
“I wouldn’t call it overkill..” He blew some stray strands of hair away. ”Just because we’re swords doesn’t mean we shouldn’t look cool.” Speaking of which, as he looked over the new arrival, Doutanuki seemed to be as plain as his tone of voice. “Although, I suppose it’s not for everyone.” The smirk was plastered on his face, half amused, half concerned.
“Ahem, anyway, please make yourself at home. Aruji-sama just left with another team, so if you have any questions, please let me know.”
“ I would. “ A prompt refute; he begs to differ. This is it, that utterly apparent vanity that makes him scowl further. Not as excessive as some he knew, but obnoxious enough to have him question just what the purpose of swords had become nowadays ( cool, he says.. what the hell is cool? ). He could see the smug expression he wore as he took in the uchigatana’s own appearance, which lacked in comparison.
— ‘ He thinks he’s better than you. His neat tie and fancy suit don’t hold shit against a good, sharp edge. ‘
— ‘ Put that energy to your strength, rather than your looks. We’re not here to look cool; we’re fighting a war. ‘
Doutanuki can’t help but feel as if scolding is simply words falling on deaf ears; what does he care what others do with their appearance? As long as they hold up in battle, its none of his business. Cruel, condescending words that threaten to bubble to the surface are promptly masked with a dismissive scoff, before he speaks. “ .. What a waste of time that is. “ He is content with that.
“ I can carry myself, thanks. “ He wasn’t totally familiar with the main citadel, but he’d much rather figure it out on his own accord. “ As long as I know where to eat, train and sleep, I’ll be fine. “
It wasn’t so much a sixth sense, but rather, the uchigatana’s emotions were painted on his face as plainly as the rest of him.
To make such a bad impression would reduce morale. "I would be glad to escort you, as my duties for the day have been completed. The compound is large, and I can imagine how it would feel to a new arrival.” His movements were toned down, with less flourish. It was if easing a tanuki from its hibernation. If he moved too quickly, he would flee.
“The armory, the repair center, the kitchen, and the refinery are spread out unfortunately. Which would you like to visit first?“ He tilted his head, closing his eye, and giving a gentle smile.
kaminotsumahajiki has arrived.
Coming into existence beyond just a blade brought a rush that he could have never felt before, all culminating into a final burst. Petals rained from seemingly nowhere, heralding his arrival.
A single golden eye opened, just as a smirk pulled new skin taut. “I’m Shokudaikiri Mitsutada. I can cut through even bronze candlestick holders… Yeah, that’s not cool at all.”
花 — Notepad in hand, Jin awaited the arrival of a new blade. Hopefully it would be one he had yet to obtain. Duplicates were always troublesome. An irksome look was sent towards the blacksmith as a threat as the artisan worked quickly while the timer continued to count down.
In a flutter of sakura petals he had grown used to, a suited man appeared in the rosy mist. Flicking a petal off of his paper, the saniwa jotted down the blade’s name.
“Coolness matters not. Only your usefulness does, Shokudaikiri Mitsutada. I am Tachibana Jin, your new commanding officer and saniwa.” The sage offered a curt and direct response towards the tachi with little care.
His smirk began to fade, as he straightened up to mirror the other’s posture. His words hit him deep, but he refused to let any weakness show, lest his new owner feels the need to scrap him.
“Of course. I am of the Osafune ha, of the Bizen school,“ He unsheathed his blade, holding it up to the light with one hand. “We are both beautiful and sturdy, the best of both worlds.“ A single eye moved down to meet his new owner’s.
“I am glad to be of your ownership,” He unsheathed his blade and bowed with more reverence than before. “Please take care of me.”
[[My muse is fickle and my schedule is Terrible. I’m sorry to everyone aah ;_; you’re all sweet tho. I’ll try to be more active once graduation is over~]]
warweapon has arrived.
Mitsutada could hear the Citadel gates creak open. Strolling over, he peeks through the opening, a new face in view. “Ah, a newcomer has joined our ranks.” Speeding up his pace, he faced the unfamiliar face head-on, adding a slight bow as he spoke. “I am Shokudaikiri Mitsutada. Welcome.”
Well, it was about time he dropped.
Doutanuki was sure that his sword would have dulled beyond repair at this point, with how long it took the Saniwa to actually acquire him. In actuality, not that much time had passed at all; simply the impatience of a weapon eager to fight again. He arches a brow, eyes meeting eye, face-to-face with another sword whom he considered.. a bit uptight, at first glance. However, he came out here to welcome him, so he tried to remember his formalities.
“ It’s, uh, good to be here, I guess, “ He stumbles to find a greeting that matches the other’s poise, and seems to give up halfway, scratching the back of his head as he looks him up and down. Curiosity is quickly sated, for now, and he frowns as he speaks. “I’m Doutanuki Masakuni—— Hey, don’t you think that dressin’ up like that is a bit.. Y’know.. Overkill?” So much for formalities. He makes a gesture towards the rather orderly attire, eyes narrowed in slight distaste.
Fixing his posture, Mitsutada couldn’t help but smirk at the remark. He always made sure to look presentable, no matter if it was in the stables, in the kitchen, or on the battlefield.
“I wouldn’t call it overkill..” He blew some stray strands of hair away. ”Just because we’re swords doesn’t mean we shouldn’t look cool.” Speaking of which, as he looked over the new arrival, Doutanuki seemed to be as plain as his tone of voice. “Although, I suppose it’s not for everyone.” The smirk was plastered on his face, half amused, half concerned.
“Ahem, anyway, please make yourself at home. Aruji-sama just left with another team, so if you have any questions, please let me know.”
Watching the other struggle upon the beast was amusing, if a little disconcerting. A sword of his caliber should be as cool as the crescent moon emblazoned on his garments. Mikazuki, however, was a very old sword after all, one of the first, from what he knew and read, so it was worth cutting him some slack.
Turning his head back towards his new passenger, he smirked. “There is plenty of time to learn, just as any sword would.” With the reins tightly in his grip, the horse sped off into the distance, the other sword’s steeds following suit.
Although the path to the boss was arduous and painful, the ride back to the Citadel was much faster, as the saniwa had enough control to return them, as long as the corruption had been cleansed.
He waved a hand again. “Ah, but I do know, I do, I do!” he swore, but it was too late, as Mitsutada had already started to speed up, turning his attention to the horse. Mikazuki’s soft features transformed into a hard scowl, quite out of place on him, aimed at the back of his partner’s head.
Then, when they arrived at the citadel, it disappeared, as if he had never just been wishing death upon Mitsutada at all. He slid off the horse none too gracefully (he almost fell again) and clapped his hands, smiling very wide.
“Ah, it’s even prettier than I ever imagined.”
He had seen better.
“Do not wander too far, as there is much we need to do.” He hopped off the horse and landed near-perfectly onto the dirt, a bit of it landing on his shoes. “For now, rest, and relax, and if you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask.”
It was bothering him too much to ignore. He moved down, as if in a curtsy, and swiped the dirt away. As he came back up, he slicked back some strands. Despite his clothing covered in cuts, bloody and frayed at every edge, he tried to keep some semblance of normality.
“I will be in repairs, these wounds aren’t very cool at all...” Turning on his heel, he began to walk (or rather limp) towards a nearby building.
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He rubbed the back of his neck, still not facing him. Instead he watched the stragglers back at base waving their flags. “Coming from a being such as yourself, I’m honored.”
Realizing his rudeness, he quickly brought his gaze back to their new member. “You are indeed a reward, more so than any other. However, do not consider yourself as just an item, you will be very important to our cause.”
Placing his forefinger and thumb between his lips, he whistled, summoning a bright stallion. Gracefully, he hopped on, securing himself and the reins. As he calmed the beast down, he extended an arm. “Shall we?”
His smile dipped down at the way he spoke. There was something…off, about him. Truth be told, Mikazuki hadn’t ever spoke to a Mitsutada, only made them into powerful enemies, and he felt a sort of kinship with the other sword.
“Ah, a cause? Interesting… I was always passed around and only used for show.” He faked excitement, taking Mitsutada’s outstretched hand for the second time that night. “I’ve never been a part of a cause, so it’ll be a new experience… Huhu.”
And he did try his damned hardest to get on that horse, but he slipped, losing his footing and only getting up halfway. Dangling his feet off the edge of the horse, stomach bracing himself, he huffed and slid off. “Hold on,” he said, a little miffed, then smiled, as if he was just a careless old man. Mikazuki grabbed onto the horse and, thankfully not losing his footing again, swung his leg over, sitting comfortably behind Mitsutada.
“Sorry! I haven’t used one in such a long time…” He waved a hand, dismissing it, with a carefree smile.
Watching the other struggle upon the beast was amusing, if a little disconcerting. A sword of his caliber should be as cool as the crescent moon emblazoned on his garments. Mikazuki, however, was a very old sword after all, one of the first, from what he knew and read, so it was worth cutting him some slack.
Turning his head back towards his new passenger, he smirked. “There is plenty of time to learn, just as any sword would.” With the reins tightly in his grip, the horse sped off into the distance, the other sword’s steeds following suit.
Although the path to the boss was arduous and painful, the ride back to the Citadel was much faster, as the saniwa had enough control to return them, as long as the corruption had been cleansed.
kaminotsumahajiki has arrived.
Coming into existence beyond just a blade brought a rush that he could have never felt before, all culminating into a final burst. Petals rained from seemingly nowhere, heralding his arrival.
A single golden eye opened, just as a smirk pulled new skin taut. “I'm Shokudaikiri Mitsutada. I can cut through even bronze candlestick holders... Yeah, that's not cool at all.”
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The rest of Mitsutada’s team seemed mesmerized, Mikazuki’s smile causing a collective stifling of breath. Covered with sufficient blood himself, he moved closer, extending a gloved hand. “I see, I see..I am Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, my name comes from a time when I took a life and cut a candlestick at the same time,” His eyes were cast downward, embarrassed. “Though I suppose that’s not as cool.”
Looking back, he could see base camp high upon one of the hills. “Now that we’ve cleared this time period of corruption, we would like you to return to our Citadel.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “No, no!” he interjected, taking Mitsutada’s extended hand quite jovially. “I think that is fairly cool… How many other swords can say they’ve done that, hm? Huhu.”
Mikazuki felt the soul of the sword touch him. He had corrupted many others like this one, so plenty of swords have done exactly that in the past.
Once he was closer to the group, all huddled up, he nodded. “Ah, I’ve seen this before, I think—you’re taking me with you, are you not? As if I’m some kind of reward…” Despite the dejected way he said that, he still beamed as bright as the moon.
He rubbed the back of his neck, still not facing him. Instead he watched the stragglers back at base waving their flags. “Coming from a being such as yourself, I’m honored.”
Realizing his rudeness, he quickly brought his gaze back to their new member. “You are indeed a reward, more so than any other. However, do not consider yourself as just an item, you will be very important to our cause.”
Placing his forefinger and thumb between his lips, he whistled, summoning a bright stallion. Gracefully, he hopped on, securing himself and the reins. As he calmed the beast down, he extended an arm. “Shall we?”
geoshoku has arrived.
Countless days and nights flew by as the team trudged through Atsukashiyama, blades chipped and stained with dried blood as they made their way to the final area. Though their stamina was all but gone, with their speed, they attacked swiftly, and brutally.
As the brutes faded out of time, a blade remained where the enemy had stood. It was unlike any blade they had ever seen.
He was beautiful.
That much was certain.
He would be taken in and treasured this time.
That was also certain.
Mikazuki Munechika, bathed in the blood of the enemies of his enemy, as if he had emerged directly out of their carcasses like it was nothing (did he really?), stood there. He simply…stood. He did not do anything else—
Well, he did smile. The smile enchanted, eerie and mesmerizing, unnatural yet natural. He waited until they approached before he bowed, confirming he was not going to hurt them.
Not raising himself back up, he spoke. “I am Mikazuki Munechika. My name comes from the patterns on me, even though it might be hard to see them with all of this blood currently… Huhu.” He straightened, and the smile was different now—pleasant and calming, a little confused. “I’m very old. Please take care of me and my old steel.”
The rest of Mitsutada’s team seemed mesmerized, Mikazuki’s smile causing a collective stifling of breath. Covered with sufficient blood himself, he moved closer, extending a gloved hand. “I see, I see..I am Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, my name comes from a time when I took a life and cut a candlestick at the same time,” His eyes were cast downward, embarrassed. “Though I suppose that’s not as cool.”
Looking back, he could see base camp high upon one of the hills. “Now that we’ve cleared this time period of corruption, we would like you to return to our Citadel.”
geoshoku has arrived.
Countless days and nights flew by as the team trudged through Atsukashiyama, blades chipped and stained with dried blood as they made their way to the final area. Though their stamina was all but gone, with their speed, they attacked swiftly, and brutally.
As the brutes faded out of time, a blade remained where the enemy had stood. It was unlike any blade they had ever seen.
warweapon has arrived.
Mitsutada could hear the Citadel gates creak open. Strolling over, he peeks through the opening, a new face in view. “Ah, a newcomer has joined our ranks.” Speeding up his pace, he faced the unfamiliar face head-on, adding a slight bow as he spoke. “I am Shokudaikiri Mitsutada. Welcome.”
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