shokudaikiri

      The word hits his ears in full, though his mind isn’t without slight buzz. From the oft bump placed by the other. Albeit, accidental to them both. It would seem all purposeful from the gods who spun the world of fate. Their cross roads would pass upon this sacred moment, and it would seem that everything would fall together. His only eyes wavering briefly, his sights surprised to see someone nearly looking like himself. It took him a moment to realize their was much different about their faces–and yet the hair and the eyepatch adorn’d on the other males eye spoke of interest to he.     ❝Who are you?❞      Words poured forth from his mouth in earnest, despite their silent cold sharpness it held. He knew nothing of this beings existence and for him to speak to the Samurai in such a way…. The samurai would note that it would mean that he knew of himself, perhaps a commoner from his realm? The idea of such brought curiosity to his mind, and yet he still remained with his stern look. Brow quirking slightly as he looked toward the mans side; a wooden sword in ample.     Yet where the lad had none, Masamune had 3. His most used sword fashion’d to the side of his belt’d jean waist line. As luck would had it, it would be the sword currently named rather strangely. The ‘CandleSlayer’ if you would, and if the stranger who bumped into him could truly make light of who he was. Or shed some familiarity to him, it would be to point out this simple fact.

   Tears streamed down the others face, and the samurai was caught in an awkward situation. Eyes casted upon them with slight whispers. It causes him to grunt, glaring at the others around to continue their chores for the day but also to get the other to speak more.

“Ah...well...how do I begin...How uncool, to be suddenly crying like this.” 

He whipped away his tears as the sword began to laugh it off. How embarrassing, to suddenly burst out in tears in front of Masamune. Clearing his throat, the candle slayer needed to acted COOL  in front of his man, otherwise he’ll become a disgrace. 

“I guess the reason why I shed these unexpected tears were because I was happy. To see you again is a bit of...a miracle for me, I suppose.” Mitsutada remembers being given away to the Mito Clan and then the horrible earthquake hit Kanto and he was supposedly lost to the world. However, the Tokugawa clan were never those sort of people that would give up gifts from the most popular feudal lord in Japan. 

“Allow me to properly introduce myself to you again. Please don’t look at me weirdly or shocked but...” He used the word again, indiciating that this was not the first time they met. Unlike Izumi no Kami Kanesada, Shokudaikiri Mitsutada wasn’t afraid to reveal who and what he is. He was proud of Date Masamune and he knows that this man wouldn’t be surprised, no, in fact, he had a good feeling that he would be thrilled. 

“I am Shokudaikiri Mitsutada. I had always been by your side, Masamune-kyo. It’s a bit embarrassing, but I’m glad to see you wearing me right now.” The man in the suit declared as he pointed at his own blade that Masamune was wearing. There were others that he hadn’t seen in a while as well. 

“Ahaha...” 

      ⊰ ⋄ ⊱ He would have mentioned it being a relief to have seen Mitsutada again, but it would go straight to his head and he wasn’t very fond of being smothered. “I had assumed that I was summoned by a new master, but that wasn’t the case.”

“Kuri-chan!? Don’t be so cruel to me now! Just let me enjoy this moment.” Naturally this moment was lasting longer than what Ookurikara wanted of course. Just because he wears an eyepatch doesn’t mean he wasn’t blind to the younger sword’s discomfort. He just smiled, he knew that the dragon was never fond of people and close connections, that’s why Mitsutada had to do this. Eventually he let go of the dragon sword after he got his filled.