#fukuseii

Weather sometimes seemed to have a flair for the dramatic. Torrential, icy rain turned the battlefield into a sea of churning mud that he slipped and slithered through as he fought. They had him on the run, like a dog with its tail between its legs; the dog thought it had the mountain lion in the tree, only to discover that for once, the mountain lion wasn’t alone, and they descended upon him en masse. He slipped in the mud and fell hard upon his side. Instantly blades like teeth bit into his flesh. He kicked one away and swiped his sword through another, then the head of a yari bit deep into his lung. Breath instantly caught in his throat and he coughed, eyes wide with surprise. The hand he pressed to his lips came away sticky with blood. 

By the light, grey and gloomy as it was with the overcast sky, he could sense it was almost five o’clock in the evening. He could see the rendezvous point now. Mikazuki had made it a point to flee that direction. In another few minutes, the portal would be ready for the jump, and the nearest citadel was--

An Ootachi slammed into him. Blood sprayed from between his clenched teeth as shock and pain all but paralyzed him. Like a lightning flash, the portal opened and its golden light rained down, catching both he and his opponent in its ray. Together they fell through time, together they fell through space, until in a flash of petals and black smoke, they rematerialized before the front gate of the citadel. The ootachi clearly seemed disoriented by the (for it) unexpected jump. Mikazuki took full advantage of this and wriggled out from beneath. A clap of thunder, and a flash of true lightning, blinding with brilliance, illuminated the sky--before the ootachi could regain its composure, he lopped off it’s head. 

“Okay. Just relax and bear with the pain....” Kneeling next to Yamanbagiri who was laying on his back on the ground, Yagen proceeded with his emergency treatment. With a curved needle and some special string, the tantou quickly yet meticulously sewed up the deep, bloody gash on the uchigatana’s chest, a grim reminder of the Revisionist’s oodachi’s power. 

That battle was won thankfully, but not without its casualties, the most serious one being Yamanbagiri’s. With the team recuperating at a resource point, Yagen made it his top priority to make sure that his comrade stayed stable. The danger was not over however, as the next wave of the Revisionist’s forces had been detected, ominously homing in on the team’s current position, so a final diagnosis needed to be made for an important, final decision. 

     He’s trying not to be rude – truly, he is – but having caught a single glimpse of the other sword, of the tattered, stained cloth he dons... the matter is out of his hands.

     In a citadel occupied with so many toudan, with such varying histories, outlooks, stories to tell, Mikazuki said, it was only natural for his fellow warriors to grow curious at the arrival of a new sword. That it was normal some might flock, pry into the details of his past, his masters, his experience. And so, to hear of a sword that had avoided him almost entirely since his arrival — that was more surprising than anything.

          “Yamanbagiri, isn’t it?” He’s mindful to make enough noise to announce his presence properly (he’s already startled a few tantou since his arrival and would like to avoid such in the future) but greets his fellow sword as he would all others: a warm smile, a nod, though cautious to keep his energy in check lest the uchigatana be put off.

It was Ichigo’s first time working with the hooded blade with today chores. It was just a simple task of cleaning out one of the rooms so the saniwa can summon new swords to the citadel. At first, Ichigo didn’t speak to the blonde blade. The uchigatana didn’t seem the type of wanting to make small talk. While he wasn’t unfriendly as Ookurikara, Yamanbagiri does seem a little distance from talking to others. Maybe he is just shy. Even his younger brothers couldn’t tell. But isn’t it best to get along while working together with the saniwa? Once the tachi was done sweeping the floor with a broom, he notice one of the boxes was a little heavy for the blonde uchigatana. Ichigo lays the broom against a near by wall and walks over to Yamanbagiri.