Tonbokiri has been working long and hard, and he is at the limit of even his great stamina. He fell into an exhausted sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and he is dreaming.
For once, he could agree with Muramasa, about how going into battle without the little troops at their side is like going into battle undressed. And there is something about Muramasa on his hands and knees, his head deep in a bush, his rabbit tail sticking out behind him, talking about little hoofbeats-- darn, but it's cute. He has the weirdest urge to tweak the tail...
And then there is a bright light before his eyes and Muramasa's voice is loud in his ears.
There is nothing more disorientating than being woken from a dream by someone who was in that dream, and Tonbokiri gives a start, squinting blearily against the light to try and focus on Muramasa's face.
"Undress--? It's time for battle? Did you find the light cavalry by their hoofbeats?"
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For once, he could agree with Muramasa, about how going into battle without the little troops at their side is like going into battle undressed.
And there is something about Muramasa on his hands and knees, his head deep in a bush, his rabbit tail sticking out behind him, talking about little hoofbeats-- darn, but it's cute.
He has the weirdest urge to tweak the tail...
And then there is a bright light before his eyes and Muramasa's voice is loud in his ears.
There is nothing more disorientating than being woken from a dream by someone who was in that dream, and Tonbokiri gives a start, squinting blearily against the light to try and focus on Muramasa's face.
"Undress--? It's time for battle? Did you find the light cavalry by their hoofbeats?"