Beach. Everyone has been working so hard lately so why not take a break and enjoy the beach? You can make sand castles, play in the water, and there are even umbrellas for those who'd rather just relax in the shade. There's a nice row of water melons ready to be smashed later in the day and when the sun goes down, that's when the sparklers come out.
Suffering. It's the hottest time of the year and the citadel doesn't have central air conditioning. The few air conditions that were installed have given up on life after being used so much and now, we really have to make do with what we can while the Konnosuke try to fix it. There's a limited number of fans, plenty of ice cream to go around, and the citadel should be built to circulate air, right? ... Right?!
Spooks. In Japan, summer is a time for horror. Gather around the camp fire and hear some spooky ghost stories or maybe head out into the woods just outside the citadel for a good ol' fashioned test of courage. It's all good, harmless fun! Of course, with so many spirits gathered in one place, what's to say a stray or curious outsider spirit won't join the mix...
Rain. Summer is also known for sudden and torrential downpours of rain. The clouds always seem to grown and darken suddenly and the next thing you know, it's raining sheets and the ground is shaking from thunder. Once it starts, it never seems to stop. Maybe you were caught out in the rain or maybe this is day 7 stuck inside.
Other! It's summer and there are tons of things to do. Go to the general store and stock up on ice cream, wake up in the middle of the night uncomfortable with heat, or run around screaming because cicadas are dying and flying at your face.
[His eyebrows do raise slightly in surprise. He would not have expected that, but of course, it's not impossible for a women to posses a blade...
... Wait, Toyotomi Hideyoshi? He's heard that name recently-- When he places it, his eyebrows lift even further, and some things Ichigo-dono had said make a bit more sense now.
But he is curious where Mikazuki-dono is going with this. Is he still answering his question from before about being art or a weapon, or is this about something else?]
Ah, so a Lady was your master the longest. That is somewhat unique, isn't it? But not too unusual. There are others here who were kept by women as well.
[Less of a sword? Tonbokiri shakes his head firmly, but is thoughtful for a long moment before shaking his head again.]
Not at all. It is... a difficult question, to think "what is a sword" in the first place, to then consider what makes you 'less' or 'more' of one. But-- [He pats his own chest firmly, with confidence, right over the three characters inscribed there.] Blades are not only for cutting. We are also talismans against evil, bringers of luck... even healers.
Then why would being shown in a museum any different?
[Sorry, Tonbokiri, that was a bit of a sidestep, but now they are back on topic.]
These days, humans do not admire me for my prowess in battle, but for how well I was made. And I cannot say that I miss the killing. It might be what I was made for originally, but it's ... tiresome after a while.
[Being old also means having seen a lot more people die... and potentially having caused quite a lot of those deaths.]
[--Oh. So to Mikazuki-dono, being art is part of being a sword, as much as being a weapon. That makes sense. Of course. But... Mm. To him, something is different. Just a little. But he can't find the words with which to answer Mikazuki's question.
But just because he has that feeling, it doesn't mean that Mikazuki is any less correct. So he smooths his expression and smiles understandingly.]
I was used for a tiny amount of time in comparison to you, so I can only imagine so.
[Despite his steady nature, he gives a guilty jolt at Mikazuki's accurate comment. However, it's also reassuring to have it directly said to him that he can have his own answer.]
...Thank you.
You have given me much to think about, so I shall consider it as I find the words for my own answer.
[Wisdom about life (maybe), and knowledge about lewd poems. What a day. [In the pause while Mikazuki-dono sips tea, Tonbokiri hears the continuing downpour of rain outside and thinks about how he'd like to be out riding...]
The rain can certainly make one put time into other hobbies. Will you be staying here writing poetry for as long as it rains?
[ (As opposed to Mikazuki's other habit of sitting on the veranda sipping tea?) ]
Hmmm, probably, unless other people come with more interesting things to do. The young ones are probably getting restless, but I do not mind the weather.
[And old as he is, he can only take a certain amount of tantou mayhem before it gets a bit too much.]
[Interesting, eh? Here's hoping Tsurumaru-dono comes to visit you, then. He always brightens things up.
Restless young ones--! Again in such a short span of time, Tonbokiri jolts at Mikazuki's words. But this time, it is for a very different reason.]
As you have mentioned restlessness, you bring to mind that I should find Muramasa. It's... probably fine. But I should still make sure...
[He trials off worriedly, but then clears his expression and shifts his posture to bow properly towards Mikazuki. He's not exactly in a rush, so he shall take his leave properly from the senior sword.]
Thank you for your time today, Mikazuki Munechika-dono.
[Probably best to not leave Muramasa unsupervised, period. Although the fact the guy likes an audience is part of the problem...]
[Tonbokiri smiles warmly at the invitation.]
Yes, it would be an honour. [And then his eyes fall on the lines of poetry, and his eyebrows furrow with worry for an instant as the tips of his ears warm. He would genuinely like to spend time with Mikazuki again but-- maybe not over poetry, if it can be helped. His eyes find the teacup beside the papers, and he bows his head politely.]
If I may make a humble offer, it would be my pleasure to make macha for you. If you would accept, please feel free to call upon this one any time.
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[He has seen and heard and experienced... a lot, by their side. And of course, he has another little particularity.]
Do you know who was the master who kept me for the longest time, Tonbokiri?
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Tonbokiri sits up straighter at that question, rubbing his cheek thoughtfully for a moment.]
My apologies, but I do not. I would like to hear about them.
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[Yes, 'her'. You heard that right, Tonbokiri.]
She was Toyotomi Hideyoshi's wife.
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... Wait, Toyotomi Hideyoshi? He's heard that name recently--
When he places it, his eyebrows lift even further, and some things Ichigo-dono had said make a bit more sense now.
But he is curious where Mikazuki-dono is going with this. Is he still answering his question from before about being art or a weapon, or is this about something else?]
Ah, so a Lady was your master the longest. That is somewhat unique, isn't it? But not too unusual. There are others here who were kept by women as well.
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During about fifty years, I was rarely taken out for battle. It happened once or twice with Hideyoshi-sama, but not very often.
Do you think I was less of a sword then?
[Some people would say so. He disagrees, of course.]
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Not at all. It is... a difficult question, to think "what is a sword" in the first place, to then consider what makes you 'less' or 'more' of one. But-- [He pats his own chest firmly, with confidence, right over the three characters inscribed there.] Blades are not only for cutting. We are also talismans against evil, bringers of luck... even healers.
There are many ways to 'be a sword'.
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[Sorry, Tonbokiri, that was a bit of a sidestep, but now they are back on topic.]
These days, humans do not admire me for my prowess in battle, but for how well I was made. And I cannot say that I miss the killing. It might be what I was made for originally, but it's ... tiresome after a while.
[Being old also means having seen a lot more people die... and potentially having caused quite a lot of those deaths.]
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So to Mikazuki-dono, being art is part of being a sword, as much as being a weapon. That makes sense. Of course. But... Mm.
To him, something is different. Just a little. But he can't find the words with which to answer Mikazuki's question.
But just because he has that feeling, it doesn't mean that Mikazuki is any less correct.
So he smooths his expression and smiles understandingly.]
I was used for a tiny amount of time in comparison to you, so I can only imagine so.
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[He's an old sword, Tonbo, he saw that look on your face.]
That is simply my answer. It doesn't have to be yours.
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However, it's also reassuring to have it directly said to him that he can have his own answer.]
...Thank you.
You have given me much to think about, so I shall consider it as I find the words for my own answer.
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[let him sip his tea now like an old man who has - apparently - imparted wisdom.]
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[In the pause while Mikazuki-dono sips tea, Tonbokiri hears the continuing downpour of rain outside and thinks about how he'd like to be out riding...]
The rain can certainly make one put time into other hobbies. Will you be staying here writing poetry for as long as it rains?
[ (As opposed to Mikazuki's other habit of sitting on the veranda sipping tea?) ]
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[And old as he is, he can only take a certain amount of tantou mayhem before it gets a bit too much.]
What about you?
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Restless young ones--! Again in such a short span of time, Tonbokiri jolts at Mikazuki's words. But this time, it is for a very different reason.]
As you have mentioned restlessness, you bring to mind that I should find Muramasa.
It's... probably fine. But I should still make sure...
[He trials off worriedly, but then clears his expression and shifts his posture to bow properly towards Mikazuki. He's not exactly in a rush, so he shall take his leave properly from the senior sword.]
Thank you for your time today, Mikazuki Munechika-dono.
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Mikazuki nods to Tonbokiri's bow.]
It was enjoyable. Let's do it again some time.
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[Tonbokiri smiles warmly at the invitation.]
Yes, it would be an honour. [And then his eyes fall on the lines of poetry, and his eyebrows furrow with worry for an instant as the tips of his ears warm. He would genuinely like to spend time with Mikazuki again but-- maybe not over poetry, if it can be helped. His eyes find the teacup beside the papers, and he bows his head politely.]
If I may make a humble offer, it would be my pleasure to make macha for you.
If you would accept, please feel free to call upon this one any time.
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[Tea is the way to this jiji's heart, Tonbokiri. You speak to his heart.
And you'll get a small nod back.]
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Until then, by your leave. [He nods his head sharply and exits the room, holding himself back from rushing-- until he's far down the hallway.]
[The offer is IC and OOC! Any time you feel like a thread with this guy, just say the word! ^.^]