[Sayo never imagined losing a comrade would affected him so deeply. He understood that, by the very nature of war, it's not strange at all to have losses on both sides. They lost many troops over the course of this war, but to lose one of them, a sword, in battle...
The next time Sayo went out into battle after his death, his blade struck harder than before. The enemies he battled with weren't the same ones who took Mitsutada's life, but they're still from the same group. But even as he and his team defeated them on their sortie, Sayo felt...empty inside. Not satisfied at all.
Afterwards, the saniwa have been practically shutting themselves into the forge for days. The only time they leave the room was when one of the swords carried their sleeping form back to their room. Whenever they would wake up, they would immediately return to the forge to continue their work. Sayo had watch them, whenever he's not helping around with chores.
He's not the only one who do, as many of them were anxious to see Mitsutada again. But the question was...when?
The wait have finally comes to an end when they heard the telltale sounds behind the door. The hammer's banging stopped, the sounds of cool water over hot metal... Sayo stared and waited. Until the saniwa came out and dismissed them, telling them to return to their tasks. With some...reluctance? Sayo left.
It's been a while and Sayo, despite his quiet self, have been listening to other swords. Words and whispers about the sword the saniwa summoned. It's Mitsutada. It's him but different. Those stood out in his mind as he walked past them and head for the training hall. As he's about to went past the kitchen area, he instinctively glanced inside by habit. A habit came from seeing the old Mitsutada in the kitchen sometimes.
[ The other swords mostly left him to his own devices. Out of fear, pity, or regret - he knew, by the way their hushed conversations stop whenever he passes, and the light in their eyes that they gave him. If he had any opinion about them, he never did show it - because it simply wasn't necessary. What had happened, had happened. All that remained was the present - something to be seized, and conquered.
Even if he had supposedly come back as a different man, he found it still compelling to take up the duties that his previous self had done. He would have to learn those skills from scratch again, but he did not mind - because it was his duty, and that duty had to be fulfilled.
This Mitustada is in the kitchen, but not doing what the previous Mitsutada did. Instead, he has set out some ingredients and other tools on the counter, but hasn't made any move to actually use them. ]
[Sayo stopped and stared at this Mitsutada, before glancing over at the various items on the counter. If it weren't for his personality and that he's not cooking right now, this scene would be almost nostalgic.
He stayed quiet for a moment, uncertain if he should say anything. But this different Mitsutada might be able to sense Sayo's presence and stare.
[ He does sense Sayo's presence alright, but shows little indication of responding to it. Instead, he continues examining the items for a while more before speaking. ]
Do you need anything?
[ It's certainly different from how the old Mitsutada speaks. His voice is not relaxed, instead strung just enough to convey intent and nothing else. ]
[He heard of how contrasting the differences are, but he never got a chance to personally see them for himself. Until now. Sayo shakes his head and responds.]
No, I don't. [However, curiosity did keep him here.] Are you going to cook?
[Unless he's setting out the ingredients and tools for someone else, it's a reasonable question.]
[ Nameless considers this briefly before replying. No harm letting Sayo watch - because he didn't see any problem with others scrutinizing his actions. They were all thought out properly, after all. ]
You can.
[ With that, he returns his attention to what he had been working on. His movements are slow but precise, carving out a flower from the carrot that he had obtained. ]
[Sayo walks over until he's next to Nameless, and stands on his toes to get a better look at the kitchen bench. He could see him carving out a shape from a carrot. A flower? So decorative food for a dish?]
[ He doesn't seem to hear Sayo's question at first, continuing until he finishes the flower and starts examining the cucumber to see how he could turn it into leaves. ]
I am not sure.
[ Though it doesn't seem to be out of indecision - rather, he didn't know what it should be called. ]
My... favourite? [ He echoes Sayo's words, still unsure. ] What is my favourite?
[ Though that question doesn't seem to be addressed to anyone in particular - instead, he goes back to staring at the cucumber before starting to cut it into thin slices. ]
[What is his favourite? Unfortunately, Sayo doesn't know Mitsutada - the old Mitsutada - that well to answer it.]
I don't know... That's something you find out for yourself. [For the answer to... one's favourite food. Hm, thin slices of cucumbers.] What about... salads?
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The next time Sayo went out into battle after his death, his blade struck harder than before. The enemies he battled with weren't the same ones who took Mitsutada's life, but they're still from the same group. But even as he and his team defeated them on their sortie, Sayo felt...empty inside. Not satisfied at all.
Afterwards, the saniwa have been practically shutting themselves into the forge for days. The only time they leave the room was when one of the swords carried their sleeping form back to their room. Whenever they would wake up, they would immediately return to the forge to continue their work. Sayo had watch them, whenever he's not helping around with chores.
He's not the only one who do, as many of them were anxious to see Mitsutada again. But the question was...when?
The wait have finally comes to an end when they heard the telltale sounds behind the door. The hammer's banging stopped, the sounds of cool water over hot metal... Sayo stared and waited. Until the saniwa came out and dismissed them, telling them to return to their tasks. With some...reluctance? Sayo left.
It's been a while and Sayo, despite his quiet self, have been listening to other swords. Words and whispers about the sword the saniwa summoned. It's Mitsutada. It's him but different. Those stood out in his mind as he walked past them and head for the training hall. As he's about to went past the kitchen area, he instinctively glanced inside by habit. A habit came from seeing the old Mitsutada in the kitchen sometimes.
But now...?]
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Even if he had supposedly come back as a different man, he found it still compelling to take up the duties that his previous self had done. He would have to learn those skills from scratch again, but he did not mind - because it was his duty, and that duty had to be fulfilled.
This Mitustada is in the kitchen, but not doing what the previous Mitsutada did. Instead, he has set out some ingredients and other tools on the counter, but hasn't made any move to actually use them. ]
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He stayed quiet for a moment, uncertain if he should say anything. But this different Mitsutada might be able to sense Sayo's presence and stare.
Is he going to cook...?]
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Do you need anything?
[ It's certainly different from how the old Mitsutada speaks. His voice is not relaxed, instead strung just enough to convey intent and nothing else. ]
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No, I don't. [However, curiosity did keep him here.] Are you going to cook?
[Unless he's setting out the ingredients and tools for someone else, it's a reasonable question.]
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I think so.
[ Probably. Hopefully, when he figures out an aesthetically pleasing way to put the ingredients together. ]
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...If you are, can I watch?
[A simple question. He's just curious. How much is he different from the Mitsutada he knew, and how much is the same?]
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You can.
[ With that, he returns his attention to what he had been working on. His movements are slow but precise, carving out a flower from the carrot that he had obtained. ]
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...What are you going to make?
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I am not sure.
[ Though it doesn't seem to be out of indecision - rather, he didn't know what it should be called. ]
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How about... [Um.] ...your favourite?
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[ Though that question doesn't seem to be addressed to anyone in particular - instead, he goes back to staring at the cucumber before starting to cut it into thin slices. ]
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I don't know... That's something you find out for yourself. [For the answer to... one's favourite food. Hm, thin slices of cucumbers.] What about... salads?