三日月Munechika

「Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection...」ENG/JAP [Ava by @Shura68] #ToukenRanbu

[三日月Munechika @LuneSabre]

" 俺の名前三日月宗近。宜しくです。"

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--spring in Citadel that day, the familiar scent of fresh earth filling the streets.

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He woke up to see sky blue days, deep blue colored locks messed as he gazed outside his windowsill. It was still the early glimpse of --

[三日月Munechika @LuneSabre]

@KokajiMunechika -- Aruji's need special recipe to get me.

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@KokajiMunechika -Mikazuki clapped his both hands, and smiled- Ha, ha. ha. isn't that good? One-two years ago, i was a rare sword --

[三日月Munechika @LuneSabre]

はっはっはっはっは、

よきかなよきかな

[三日月Munechika @LuneSabre]

"Ho..ho..ho.."

"It has been a long time.."

// *sweep off the dusk on timeline and mention*

[三日月Munechika @LuneSabre]

--every single day

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--to every hem, marked with the Ashikaga clan’s crest, which will fade away within a nighttime if it isn’t painstakingly pressed there .

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--white, speckled with gold and the glitter of tiny gems, all hand-sewn with care by his smith’s disciples. Now, there’s a desperation

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--They’re all in red and gold, matching the embellishments and wards decorating his own clothing--once, all unmarked layers of blue and

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while he’s at it. There are seven talismans, four with tassels, but it’s impossible to tell how many strings when the wind blows through.

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--Mikazuki cracks open his eyes a bit further, and he idly tries to count the tassel strings dangling from some of the moon gate talismans,

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--out when no one’s looking, and there’s nothing. Peculiar, that humans think their blessed things do anything to the youkai running about

[三日月Munechika @LuneSabre]

--flies.

What are talismans supposed to feel like, anyway? He’s tested them, stuck his hand out the moon gate, dangled his whole body --

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--over the dark slate pedestal as well, which all serves about much use and comfort to his cold, numb legs as a pile of dung warding away --

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--gate right here, other than ‘aesthetic’, and other than hanging half a dozen talismans there. They dangle from the blood red rug tossed --

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--to remain still, to count those 74 grooves and attempt to figure out the reasoning behind Musou-san’s insistence behind putting a moon--

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--he can feel the press of it through the thick, black lambskin of his gloves. Shifting too much would make it cut, and so it’s an art --

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-- unsheathed, heavy, and connecting him too strongly to this world.

Ceremonial sword only he may be, but the blade is sharp enough that --

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--on a stone pedestal beat that into a mind, and more annoying right now is the cold weight of his own blade held within his gloved hands--