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It was such a small task to him, the kind of person whom somewhat enjoyed the company of the dead. The time he spent leaving his prayers sated both his own gnawing loneliness and, he was certain, that of the spirits, Their odd mutual understanding was a small pleasure. Nikkari seemed almost bashful to have earned so much praise, his fingers brushing his lips amongst a light utterance of laughter.

❝ Ah, it’s nothing, really. I’m glad to do it. I think we’ve developed a camaraderie. ❞

The unforgivable part was in face referencing his very method of providing offering; though he, of course, was not shy in admitting.

❝ Oh, no. Eheh…I’ve been visiting the pantry. Mitsutada-san has given me the food that he feels won’t stay fresh for much longer, so it’s more convenient. ❞

     “Is that so?” Then they don’t have to worry about Nikkari having less      meals. Now in the body of a humans, hunger is one of their enemies, as well.      They won’t be able to fight properly with an empty stomach, something that      will not pose a problem if only the blades had stayed as blades.

     “Nikkari-san, would you inform me next time you’d like to make      an offering to your new friends? It would be rude of me as the owner of      this Citadel to--ah... Ignore them much longer.” Ignore may not have been the      proper word, but it will have to do for now. While Satsuki might have been      planning on interacting with said spirits, they still haven’t done it.

“Wow you hit the nail on the head didn’t you?” Honestly he’d almost laughed at that, it did seem that’s how he insisted on living, a constant state of ‘no’ to the world, to anything and everything. “Yeah pretty much though……”

“A…Ah…right…I apo-” Stop. ”…It’s a pleasure to meet you, Satsuki-san……once again thank you for the tea…I appreciate it.” Suzume’s voice sounded almost a bit strained, as if he wished he could just write or something instead of speak.

He’s just…just gonna shut up now and drink the tea. Thankfully the few sips he had taken had settled his nerves. Shoulders finally relaxing as a small sigh left him once the cup was away from his mouth. “It is nice…being able to speak with fellow Saniwa…”

     “Fufu, please, think nothing of it. And the pleasure’s all mine, Takahashi-san.”      Satsuki watches as Suzume takes a sip of the tea they’ve prepared, glad that      it seems to have helped the younger man calm his nerves. 

               “ Aye! I wouldn’t trust anyone else with them now, would you? “ They’re already raising a bandanna to their head so as to better keep their hair out of their face, optimistic as ever to get to work. Ah, now which sword can they make with the materials given? 

“ What are you hoping for then, eh? I can’t promise you’ll get it, but it’s worth a shot, right? “

     “What am I hoping for? Let’s see...” Satsuki isn’t too picky      with what they get. They believe that each and every one of those blades      have a role to play, something that no other blades can do.

             “I see… Then I suppose Inari-sama gave me this opportunity to return in order to lend my strength. In such a case, I would be honored to lend my strength.” Nodding, he returned the bow, smiling as his ears perked up the slightest bit. “I look forward to helping you aide humankind then. It would be a shame to allow such a force to tamper with something as sacred as history.” It was incredible to have a physical form now, beyond steel, at least. To feel his heart beating and the blood beneath his flesh… It was incredible to say the very least.

     “It is reassuring to have you as an ally, Kogitsunemaru-sama.”      Straightening their back after the bow, Satsuki nods in agreement at the      other’s remark. “Indeed, I cannot think of any reason why they would       interfere with the flow of history itself...” Response said in a mumble,      and Satsuki returns their focus back on the tachi.

           ❙🌸❙

     “Thank you, Satsuki. Your team wasn’t entirely at a loss, though. They seemed to have done fairly well.” Smiling a bit, there is a hum, as she wondered on it. “You’re training them well, it would seem. You’re sure to be a valuable ally against the time retrograde forces.” Nodding again, she was always glad to know that other saniwas seemed to be moving along rather well. It would have been a shame if some were slacking and dragging the others down, in a sense.

“Excellent.” Yagen stated when the saniwa said that they were feeling better. The tantou withdrew himself from the door quickly before returning just as quickly with a tray filled with a teapot, jars, small bottles and cups that he had retrieved from the floor. Walking in and sitting by his master’s side, he placed the tray then and picked up a cup.

“I’m sure the others will understand, taishou. Sickness does come unexpectedly after all, so its no fault of your own.” The blade said assuringly as he begun filling up two separate cups with water and orange juice, before taking out two pills and offering it to the saniwa in his palm. “Here’s your cold medicine, taishou.” When his master took the pill, he followed it up by taking the cup of juice for the sick one to drink down the pill with.

     “Well, that’s quite reassuring.” The Saniwa chuckles, bringing      their hand in front of their mouth, letting out a few light coughs. Their throat      feels dry even though they’d just drunk some water. Really, being afflicted      with a disease so easily. Humans are frail beings.

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     “Hmm, I wonder...” The Saniwa hums, not taking their eyes off the     starry sky as he ponders for an answer to the blade’s question. What do     the stars wish for, was it? They’ve never given it any thought. Stars like     Orihime and Hikoboshi wish to see each other, but what of the others?