continued from @kaminotsumahajiki via here.
He straightens up almost immediately, a sharp, sudden edge to the posture that is always, perpetually present. A long history of serving commanders has ingrained the habit in him like a finely worn file, so much that Yagen doesn’t even stop to blink at the action.
‘General,’ and he nods briefly, a quick bob of the chin to signify respect as well as rank. ‘I’ve finished observations on the new swords from last week.’
‘They look ready for sortie.’
And of course, war is always the first order of business between them, with a Saniwa born to lead and a sword forged to follow. Yagen might dabble in niceties with his brothers and treat his patients with the utmost care, but he was borne and bred against a backdrop of blood. Training, leading, and deploying soldiers is where he thrives best.
‘I’d say my opinions are only as useful as you need them to be,’ he adds after a pause, before shifting to turn on a desk lamp. Extra illumination could do wonders to eliminate screen glare and the headaches that came with it. ‘But it’s good. To have a leader closer to his peak.’
