|| @elegiia
Tsurumaru had no reason to act so spoiled. Rather, it was unfair of him to be when Mitsutada kindly offered to take him to the city’s festival. He turned most of the offers down at first. Festivals meant dealing with people, something he quite wasn’t ready for after thousands upon thousands of years of them. But seeing no way to shake the stubborn blade away finally, he agreed, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be a little defiant.
Such a young and silly blade, too guileless in the way humans think. How was he so confident one wouldn’t try and snatch him away in such crowds? But of course, Tsurumaru was guileless in his own way, making it too easy to tell when something did catch his interest with the way golden irises lit up upon seeing them. Of course, the older tachi snuffed it right away, feigning utter disinterest.
That is, until they came upon a stand selling all different sorts of masks. There were ones Tsurumaru were familiar with, oni, tengu, kitsune, hyottoko, okame, and noh. There were ones he was also unfamiliar with, ones depicting small children, a peculiar one with spikes, a robot with a lion’s head, and a strange blue and round creature he can’t say he’s seen before, but it was surprisingly.... fascinating. It was too late to pretend anymore, making his way to the stall.
❝ Why don’t we check this stall out, Mitsu-bou? ❞
