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you’ve reached an rp blog of Sunao, a serval demon OC with an additional established verse in Touken Ranbu, and who is open to other verses and crossovers.

written by luka!

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“See you around, new guy! And you too, Samonji-san.”

At long last, Souza guides Sunao away from the commotion of the sparring hall. Izumi will, no doubt, continue to fight against his opponent. He takes the other sword to the stables next, allowing him to get acquainted with the horses and with the … unique … stable smell. But he said he was used on a farm, right? So he should be used to it by now.

“the tour is almost done. just the baths, the mess hall, and the kitchens are left.”

Sunao’s slight apprehension diminishes considerably as they approach the stables. He doesn’t want to hold up the tour too much, but he does pet the horses. Though his nose is indeed sensitive, he’s not too bothered by the, uh, air about the stable-- it just was part of having horses, after all. 

He says goodbye to the horses for now, and promises to take good care of them when it’s his turn.

“Sumitsurugi-san! I’m looking forward to the day when Saniwa-san assigns you as my sparring partner. You’ll get to see the true strength of the Kanesada name on that day. Remember it!”

He only gives his little rant after the pink haired toudan releases his ear, though. Souza’s hands slip into his sleeves as he stands by and watches them, noting Izumi’s confidence as usual and Suano’s … generous words.

“Even if you’re just a beginner, I won’t go too easy on you. Because out there, it’s life or death. The stakes are already high, so let’s give it our best where it counts.”

“Kanesada-san, if you’re done being macho or whatever, i still have to show him the stables, so …”

“Being wh – hey! Yeah, I’m done here, but do you have to say it like that?!”

“I will!”

Though they don’t exactly provide him with any comfort or reassurance, Sunao knows Izuminokami’s words would ring true. Maybe he really did mean it then, when he said he’d be looking forward to sparring with him-- it’s not that he said it disingenuously, but with someone as... fiery? as he seemed, it would do him good in bringing him out of his shell, combat-wise, so to speak.

“just … don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

Immediately upon opening the double doors to the sparring hall, there is the very distinct clash of wooden swords. Kane-san himself goes skidding back a bit, grin sharp as his intent to knock his opponent down. But when he spies that they have visitors, his gaze softens just a little.

“Well well well well! If it isn’t Samonji-san! Who’ve you got with you, huh? Did you make a friend? Orrrr … is this theee … New guy? Oh, you look tough! I can’t wait to fight you!”

“Kanesada-san. i am showing him the Citadel under request of our master, Saniwa-dono.”

“So you got stuck with Samonji-san, huh? Poor guy! He can be really – GUH.”

Izumi is cut off from the rest of his sentence by Souza pinching his ear and dragging him down a little, much like an older sibling might.

“Ow ow ow okay, I get it, I’m sorry!”

As they are with most things that elicit any form of wonder from him, Sunao’s golden eyes are quite large as the two of them open the training hall to see the quite tall toudan slide back during their spar. 

The exchange between the two already-acquainted swords gets a somewhat-nervous chuckle from Sunao.

“I’m quite liking my tour,” he replies, giving Souza a reassuring smile. “And I’m sure you’ll be a great sparring partner.”

He isn’t one to get involved in, ah... whatever rivalry might be going on here, even though it seemed more playful than anything else. That, and he was not sure how he’d fare against Izuminokami, or any of the swords. He wasn’t exactly used for combat very much, and even then, not in any formal sense. Maybe training here really would be something he needed...

He leads Suano along, stopping just outside the sparring hall before turning on his heels to look at the other sword next to him. He rests his hands on his hips, before bringing one up, curling his index finger into a little point as he gestures at the doors.

“even if you dislike fighting, Saniwa-dono will likely make you spar at least once in a while. it’s good to get acquainted with this place, as rowdy as it can get. i can hear Kane-san in there already – are you sure you want to go in?”

Sunao nods, accepting the task as part of his...well, purpose, as a touken danshi despite his preference for basically any other task here. He’d do as he was assigned and one one would be hard pressed to hear him complain. 

He could hear someone in there as well, but if Souza suggested it as a good idea, then he’d agree to go in too. It wouldn’t hurt to watch, at least. 

“mm … did you?”

He seems a bit amused by that. It’s almost cute, how the other Danshi looks so excited to see a bunch of farmland.

“come along. next is the training hall. Kanesada-san frequents that area, so i want to get there before he and Yoshiyuki-san get too rowdy and fight each other for the fun of it.”

Sunao nods, and continues walking along with Souza. He certainly would prefer to avoid any... spats, even if they’re just for practice or playing. It seems so relatively peaceful here so far, he’s hoping it will remain this way for the most part. He knows why he’s here, in this form and in this citadel, in the first place, but overall... he just prefers to avoid fighting, if he can.

“over here.”

Saniwa’s garden is luscious, and very spacious. Red tomatoes, brown potatoes, green cucumbers, the works. Edamame, herbs, flowers – all if their food sourced from here save for the meat, which was brought in separately. There were a lot of mouths to feed, and this was one of, if not the most important place in the entire Citadel.

“you’ll probably be spending a lot of time here. Saniwa-dono has their favorites, and the rest of us get to play house.”

Sunao walked along, hands clasped loosely in front of him, as if in habit, as he took in the garden, his eyes widening considerably, even breathing in a soft gasp. Oh, yes... This place was already going to feel like home, he could tell.

“Sumitsurugi-san … my name is Samonji Souza.”

He’s polite to a fault, and it’s obvious with the prim way that he says the other man’s name. He’s doing his best to emotionally keep a distance between them, and he hopes that his actions are enough of a hint. If not … oh well!

“helping me finish my chores will take all day, so don’t worry about it … i’m not washing them, i’m repairing them.”

He sets the basket down by the door and Kousetsu grabs it, shutting the screen door after himself as Souza looks his guest up and down again, before uttering a soft, tired little sigh.

“this way. i’ll show you Saniwa-dono’s garden first.”

“Ah, either way, it wouldn’t be any trouble,” Sunao replies, but it trails off a bit as the basket is drawn inside (he tries to wave at the blue-haired toudan, but he’s not sure if he does it in time before the door shuts).

 He gets the feeling maybe Souza isn’t very enthusiastic about the task he’s been given, so he makes a note to do what he can to make it as painless as possible. Maybe Sunao could figure something to do for him in return-- after all, being the first person to really interact with him besides their saniwa meant a lot to him. 

The network beneath the earth, the roots running, crossing, tangling into a bit of everything the forest has to offer-- this is the joy of those under the sign of the Mycellium. Unlike the more equivocal Guardian, they take particular joy in connection, seeking to spread their net as wide as they can and look to the lines drawn between far-flung thoughts, crafts, and ways of being. They are accessible and actively adaptable, never resting for too long before they reach out again, eyes full of twinkling, playful light. The Mycellium tend towards the childish and the shallow, often accused of being overly idealistic and not following their ideas through. Sometimes their fancy carries them to imaginative heights. Their universal dabbling means that they bring a unique perspective to any discussion. They can be gullible, noncommital, and naive; they are riddlers, readers, roots that cannot be cut back for long before they surge again. The Mycellium finds itself in webs: of friends, of lovers, of mistakes and easy half-lies twisted to avoid consequence. They know the path of least resistance well, but they rarely follow it to the end. Half started, half finished, always ready to start again.

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