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[deverium]

[ I'm playing him from the Azuchi-Momoyama period, before Honnoji. That makes him about 300 years hurhur.

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[hoasen]

[DOO DOO DOO tragic end plus beginnings go here.

It was stressful, waiting. And it was unexpected, the way he went. But now here she is, waiting just outside the entrance to the forge, because Mitsutada has been destroyed. But that was the equivalent of death, and that he potentially wouldn't remember her at all. All of which saddened her. But it would be fine if she could hope? Or at least see him again, just to see him well and healthy again.

And all this time, she was thinking: "What am I even doing here." It won't be the same, but if she could...

Shaking her head, she pushed away such thoughts and looked into the forge to see what was happening.]

[newtimes]

( Losing Mitsutada had been hard on everyone, especially the saniwa who had had felt responsible for the loss. They'd tried to go about their days as usual and eventually, a sense of normalcy did return to the citadel. Being sent out to the front lines no longer brought on a sense of cautious dread and the swords were able to charge into battle as they had before.

As for the saniwa, days had been spent in the forge, trying to bring back a lost comrade. In the process, they'd made many other, new friends which had contributed to the new spirit in the citadel. They were all given their greetings, welcomed into the group, and looked out for but the saniwa always returned to the forge in due time. For as long as the saniwa worked, Mutsunokami hovered nearb. As the saniwa's first sword and chosen secretary, it was his duty to look out for their master.

The day Mitsutada returned had been a lot less celebratory than he-- anyone-- had expected. Of course, they'd made the best of the situation. This was no different than welcoming any other sword for the first time. Welcome home, Mitsutada... who isn't Mitsutada.

Fast forward to today! It's a slow day, with Mutsunokami taking a break from the front lines. Today, it was time for other groups to take the lead. He doesn't mind! After all, he was never much of a warrior's sword to begin with and he much rather preferred to take it easy when he could.

... But the day seems even slower when he's spending it with Nameless Mitsutada. Mutsunokami tries, he really does, but it's difficult being familiar with someone who still regards you as a stranger. Ah... maybe if he got to know him a little better as he is now instead of trying to treat him as he was before? Yes, that seems like a good idea and so, Mutsunokami sits across from him, legs crossed, hands holding onto his ankles, and... watching Mitsutada carefully.

He's practically staring. Rude. )

[oneirism]

[Lapis never dealt well with failure, so when her negligence causes Mitsutada to be destroyed, she can only throw herself into the forge in an attempt to stop herself becoming overwhelmed by the guilt. She doesn't sleep much, and when she isn't in the forge, she's tending to the others - the thought of actually looking after herself not really dawning on her. Plus she's worked under harsher conditions, so this is nothing, really. She had already failed as a saniwa by letting Mitsutada be destroyed, so she has to try to atone for that.

But maybe it's because she used powers that she shouldn't have, used the abilities from what she was before, but Mitsutada wasn't like Mitsutada. Both in appearance and how he acted, even if he still looked a bit like Mitsutada. It brings an awful knot of hope and guilt in the pit of her stomach, but she manages to keep herself as calm as usual, explaining what was happening and who she is. It was all rather awkward, but she and the others still welcomed him.

At least now, after a couple of weeks, things were starting to settle back into something almost normal. While her failure still stung, she decided that the best thing to do was to try to get to know this new sword better, rather than continually thinking of him as Mitsutada. There was still the issue of a name though; since he didn't really give her one, she would need to think of one but it has to be important, rather than something she just randomly thinks up. But for now, she wants to try to get to know him better and since today is a quiet day, Lapis was doing one of her usual habits of feeding the swords way too much sugar (her other habits being singing and dancing while dragging one of the others to join in), which eventually leads her to peeking her head into the room he's in.]

... Are you busy?

[reliever]

[It's always a difficult thing, when a comrade falls. In ways he's sure others must understand, Horikawa finds it much worse for the fact that he was there, and he was unable to do anything about it. The results speak to that quite loudly in his mind.

And though others haven't blamed him, they don't need to.

Though many human emotions are fresh and somewhat alien, loss is something Horikawa understands perfectly well. What's new is the weighted sense that it could've been changed. He could've done something different. Mitsutada might have been spared, if only...

He doesn't take long to understand that these pervasive thoughts yield nothing useful. And so he goes about his chores just in the way he always has. While others crowd around the forge, he busies himself with their work too. Right now, he simply can't be idle, because those thoughts will crowd in around him again.

Besides, Horikawa isn't sure how he's going to face him. Someone he couldn't help enough]

[reprizesal]

[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.

But now...?]