鶴丸国永

“How can you not know what an idol is? Have you been living in a hole for the past fifty years?” 

Rather than explain everything to him, though, she would rather just show him a live performance. Surely they’d have an internet connection with access to N**o N**o D***a at the library, right?

      The sword would be cut off, Nico demanding of him to accompany her. Tsurumaru, with little room for refusal, didn’t see any reason why he wouldn’t follow. He would take a step forward, on the female’s cue. 

odorokimasu

The tower that stands in the city was most intriguing. Mikazuki was somewhat grateful to the mass amount of information that spreads around. It was almost like a wildfire. The thousand year old sword did indeed enjoy the peaceful times that the city has given to him but even such peace can give him a bore. He was patient enough for many things but when something as interesting as a dungeon shows up, he couldn’t help but want to explore it, almost like a child wanting to open a Christmas present up before the actual date of the holiday. 

However no matter how interesting the dungeon looks, it was dangerous. The sword could already hear the screams of people as they entered the dungeon. Well that’s why he came prepared. It would be like old times back in their world where they would head out to different eras and fight the enemy that threaten to change the past for their own selfish reasons. 

Standing next to Tsurumaru, the two were out for a walk and went to check out the massive tower that appeared in the city. 

Already growing bored of the trivialities of a peaceful life away from battle, there was no way the sword wouldn’t accept the older one’s offer. “Hm... For such a tower to appear here out of no where sure is quite a surprise, Mikazuki! Though I have but a wooden sword, I do not see why not! Let’s challenge ourselves and see how far we can go.” 

Already an aligned group settled around the center of the room, she had assumed for a trial to begin soon from the witness of people pairing up with one another to be temporary foes. In hopes that she hadn’t come in too late, eyes began bouncing at each direction until finding a man who appeared to be solitude from the rest.

"Excuse me-" Approaching closer to the other as her tone was as polite as her manners, she sought inquiry of relevance from the given situation.

      It would happen one day, a day he stopped by the dojo, focusing on his practice. Concentration focused on a singular point, Tsurumaru would see nothing in his field of view-- it was only him and the wooden sword raised above his head. Poised in such a manner, his form practically picturesque, an epitome of perfection that could only be said to be the result of practice.

While he felt elated, Kogitsunemaru could not also help but also feel concern. He was relieved to see another whom he recognized, if not also suddenly feeling a little more competitive, but he was also worried.. 

“If we are not by their side.. Will the sage fail? Ah.. You have seen Mikazuki as well, I assume?”

       The sword would blink slightly at the mention of the sage. His eyes would dull slightly before brightening once again, “Oh, Kogitsunemaru, you worry too much!” An effortless chuckle would be let out, “The sage is a strong person! They have the ability to forge new swords so long as materials come to them. Even without us, they can continue on.”

The glare on her face instantly vanished behind a genuinely fake smile. If she was unheard of, then she would start her own fanbase here, starting by winning over this weirdo!

"Hey, you there!" she remarked, her voice bright and curious.

At this point, Labrys was thoroughly examining the guy’s garb, her steel-plated legs tapping the ground with small, metallic clanks as she shimmied around him. Whatever, right? It was time to learn! She’d still never truly gotten to attend a class, but this was as close as she’d get to new studying experiences outside her own world. Time was best spent gathering data!

        And before he could reply to the call, the female that had addressed him was already circling around him, red pupils budding with curiosity. Tsurumaru would not move however, simply following the female with his eyes. The silver haired girl seemed fixated on his garments, and needless to say, the sword was fixated on her’s himself. Seemingly normal --at least for the time period the sword was slowly getting accustomed to-- yet there were parts that seemed... unexplainable to him. 

½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them

± = The character and what they think about math

† = How the character feels about murder

@ = How the character appears online

¥ = How the character handles money or spends it

° = The character’s temperature preferences 

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions

♥ = Character’s preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

zzz= What time the character enjoys sleep or being awake

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

♪ = What music the character likes

( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets

(・∀・ ) = The character’s emotional state most of the time

☆～（ゝ。∂）= How the character greets people

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

(;╹⌓╹) = What scares the character

（；へ：） = What makes the character cry

(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable

(*^◇^)_旦 = What the character likes to eat and drink

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

(´；Д；｀) = What worries the character

(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about

     ▪      ❝Ah! At your side… Is that? Perchance a wooden sword? ❞ Visage shot forth through the crowded streets. Though it had not been as crowded as most days, as she had scouted the lad with much ease. His clothes had been what attracted her the most initially, as she herself proudly adorned in her Sky Knight armor. However, the sword at his side garnered much interest to her and she approached with enthusiasm. Steps closed in and she promptly placed herself before him, short and stout she was. It was obvious the knight was well built despite her frame.