“Such beauty was, already, sullied the moment you chose to speak.”
He chose to speak plainly; disgust evident and laid out in the open. There was little need to shroud it in lies and false reason, the story of such a rebellious spirit was already known to the man before him. That is why there was caution in the captains’ stance; in the way he chose to speak and act. Eyes trained upon their target were far from oblivious, they drank the sight in its entirety.
But as the Shinigami’s voice continued that same gaze chose to sharpen.
I’m not your enemy here, he had said, the sentence running on a short repeat as Muramasa chose to remain quiet. Silence was drawn out, choosing the time between to study the presence of this unfortunate companion. Though his war had ended in ruin and grievances were held ( and spoken only to one unique other ), the grudge that helped fuel it all never fully passed on. It lingered, festering in the still present wounds of a worn, and beaten, heart. He did not regret his hatred; his anger. He did not regret the actions taken against them.
“… that isn’t for you to decide.” Now, he chooses to speak out. To reply, and with the return of the accursed blades voice came a step forward. Body having turned, attention fully redirected on this unwelcomed guest. Closer, again, did he step – actions halted a mere arms length away.
“Even here… you Shinigami are an eyesore.”
The more steps taken towards him, the more the outside world is drowned out by Muramasa’s presence -- his spiritual pressure ( or what was left of it ), his demeanor, his manner of carrying himself -- it was full of the same near - royal stature that all Kuchikis held. Even if Kouga was long gone, Muramasa was still his blade once, and it showed.
“ ... Fine. That’s fair, and I understand, “ he steadily replies, having kept his ground without moving. “ What I meant was that I myself don’t want to cause any trouble with you or anyone else. “
To this, he gives a slight, polite bow, “ I apologize for disturbing you. It was a surprise to see someone I recognized. “ Now, he turns to leave, if only to another part of the park. He didn’t want to waste his time here with making -- or rather, seemingly maintaining enemies.