#midareba

[damekatana-blog]

@midareba

It felt nicer than he had expected, holding his real body again. It was bittersweet, though, what with the city falling apart... again.

But hey, that’s what swords like him were meant for, right?

“...oi, Dare-chan. You still itchin’ to go fight those things?”

The other tantou didn’t need to know he had found some purpose behind leaving the relative safety of the manor to fight. Not like he probably cared, anyway.

[damekatana-blog]

@midareba

“You wanna do... what?”

Following Midare’s big brother... right... why was he supposed to care again? He hadn’t even planned on going to the festival, let alone with a certain pesky Toushirou.

“...and why d’ya need me to do it.”

[damekatana-blog]

@midareba

He thought he had finally found somewhere relatively calm to sit and... well, not necessarily take it all in, but at least relax.

And drink.

But no, no, footsteps quickly had him looking up with a huff, not even bothering to see who it was before he spoke up.

“Whaddya want? I’m tryin’ to drink here.”

[kannazxki-blog]

@midareba

“Hmm... what a shame. With all the people here, it’s difficult to hear the birds sing.”

But there are other things to listen to, interesting in ways that the whispers of gods and nature are not. There is the sobbing of a young woman, upset at the loss of a lover or a friend; the rambunctious laughter of a group of knights, each sharing well-earned money between them; two friends, reunited since being brought to this strange world; and... footsteps.

“Ah--Midare, is it? Were you looking for Ichigo Hitofuri?”