Autumn was beginning to reveal itself in the Citadel. Leaves that were once a vibrant green now turned light yellow and rich orange, falling gracefully to the earth below. Chores handed out today included the raking and sweeping of said leaves, and Kousetsu and a few others were tasked with making sure those working received a decent lunch.
With only one bento and thermos of tea left to deliver, the Tachi sought out anyone who looked like they were working outside and hadn’t eaten yet. Walking the engawa, Kousetsu finally spotted someone with a broom, and upon approach he recognized the toudanshi to be Mikazuki Munechika. Bowing, Kousetsu held the boxed lunch and thermos out towards the other.
“Good afternoon, Munechika-san. Thank you for your hard work today, the kitchen staff have prepared you a lunch as thanks.” His words were formal and almost stiff, unsure how to otherwise approach the sword many centuries his senior.