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week eight: mingle

Week Eight
9 in Competition

As the sun rises on Monday morning, all participants will find themselves awakening with a sense of purpose. Regardless of where they slept the night before, they’ll find themselves compelled to return to the main meeting hall first thing in the morning.

Approaching the hall, however, they will find three large, swirling masses grey in color looming near the sakura tree. These swirls cannot be approached just yet, but seem to be locked and waiting for something more. Later in the day, if those in the village approach the third mass they will find themselves in a version of their home world. This world is completely void of people, but seems to be just as they last remember it. No darkness will be found in this world as well.

As the last member of the village enters the hall, they will find Lune and Sol at the head of the room. They don't speak immediately, but wait for all to settle.

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[of course it would come down to war and dance. of course, of course.

yet the twist to the side is what mikazuki would prefer, because the space is all that he needs in order to turn away from his master's room. he turns his blade in his hand, angling it so that it parries against ookurikara's before the blade connects against his back -

but to fight against two opponents at once is trickier, and his free hand catches shess' wrist if only barely. a second later and he probably would've been able to stab him and end the battle.

alas!]

Ha ha ha, I see what type of match this is now! I'll have to be even more on guard against you, my friend.

[he laughs, as lightly as ever - even as he moves to create more space for himself again, shoving them both back so he might be able to move with almost dancing steps further into the hallway, headed back for the portal back to the village]

[ it's frustrating to be repelled so easily, but he'd be almost disappointed if it were easy to defeat this particular opponent. as jiji dances away from them, he tucks his sheath back into the scarf to hold the sword with both hands and says quietly, so only shess will hear: ]

We need to keep him here. Don’t let him get to the gateway.

[ and because kara knows he can trust shess to cover him in battle, he chases after mikazuki without waiting for a response. the second he’s close enough he leaps forward to cut at mikazuki’s sword arm. even if the hit doesn’t land, kara be satisfied if it can switch their positions to hold mikazuki here a little longer. ]

[not for the first time, it occurs to him how inconvenient it is, lacking his usual capabilities or transcendentals. they'd make this fight vastly easier.

still, he has to make do with what he has at his disposal, as he gives pursuit as well. a light breeze sweeping at his and kara's feet is the warning the latter gets, before shess summons a burst of wind, coming from the direction of mikazuki's destination, to try and slow mikazuki down, or at least trip him up.]

[a little bit longer they desire, and a little bit longer is what they receive. between the burst of wind and ookurikara's attack, he can't immediately head for the gateway - he sidesteps from ookurikara's slash, though imperfectly with shess' assist. his arm is wounded with a cut, though not deep enough to faze him, and supposes that it's rather difficult to move as he'd like when so thoroughly pursued.

so he'll stand his ground for a moment before turn his sword on ookurikara, aiming to slash across his chest, smile still perfectly in place]

I did not wish for you to bleed in a place that could have been your home—

Yet to leave me no choice, and be so whole-heartedly devoted to your mission that you'll let yourself be consumed by it... You're just like him.

[shess was right - there is no room for sentiment here. there never has been for swords.

but that's the problem with mikazuki munechika. sentiment moves his blade and his heart both and while sometimes he can set it aside, it grows more difficult here. when kogitsunemaru's comb rests on the engawa as if he was just there brushing his hair, when he can hear imanotsurugi's laugh echo through these halls -

swords are meant to protect history, and what is history besides a tale woven by sentiment?

he looks only for an opening to escape, to a place where he is less bound by his own newfound sense of emotion.]

[ when he realizes what mikazuki is doing, ookurikara tries to pull back and bring his sword around to block. the blade glances off to bite into his side, earning mikazuki a grimace.

ookurikara won't ask who he refers to, even if his mind dares to wonder. it's too much of a risk in a battle to the death against mikazuki munechika to entertain his whims, and he's never had much use for idle chatter, anyway. it would only be a distraction - one that neither he nor shess can afford.

so he meets mikazuki's eyes with a defiant stare, refusing to let himself falter. ]

Is that all?

[ then he's moving again, aiming low to slash at mikazuki's legs as flames burst to life across his blade. ]

[shess would be lying if he said it didn't hurt to see his friend like this. himself, and yet not.

all the more reason to end this, really.

as mikazuki speaks to kara, shess moves, pulling the glove off of his free hand with his teeth as he does so. better to be at an angle than be stuck too close to kara, after all.

so when kara attacks, shess moves in from the side.]

[unfortunately his whims don't die just because they aren't answered. the same as ever, mikazuki presses on even when ookurikara doesn't want him to, just as they'd done this entire competition. an incessant press, a stubborn nudge, an unstoppable force against an immovable object, even as he jumps to avoid the slash at his legs

but he thinks that the fire has a change of getting in his way. a number of swords were felled by flames, left without memory - and what is mikazuki to do if he were to ever lose his memories?]

Do you ever wonder what it is that you miss, what makes you less effective, when you do not pay heed to others?

The people you might have saved if you just paid attention?

[but it's just a taunt, the same badgering he'd been delivering this entire time without the gentle, elderly fondness.

it's what he intends to be the last words for ookurikara to reflect on as he doesn't pay heed to shess, not just yet, because mikazuki is focused on allowing his blade to come down, intending to slice through ookurikara's skull.

if he doesn't use his brain to think past his orders, does he really need it?]

[ of course he misses. of course fighting mikazuki wouldn't be that easy. ookurikara is hardly surprised, but he does feel a flash of annoyance at the difference in their power. he tries to pull back, but between the momentum and the limitations of this body, he won't be fast enough to escape the next blow, no matter how he moves. blocking is the only option, if he's quick enough - but kara has always been one of the slower uchigatanas. the odds are still stacked against him.

but he can't fall yet, not with only a glancing blow to show for it, and certainly not when mikazuki is trying to distract him with that.

ookurikara has only a quick moment to wonder at mikazuki's question - has he failed someone here, after being this way for so long? he refused to let anyone close for fear of losing them, but even out of those who'd forced their way into his heart despite that, he couldn't save any of them. when they were corrupted, he didn't even recognize it. what else could he have done?

...but that's past. he can't afford to let mikazuki distract him, so he forces it to the back of his mind to haunt him later, after he's broken. there is still a mission to accomplish.

whether or not his sword is fast enough to block, ookurikara retaliates with a wave of fire. even if his sword won't cut, the flames may catch on mikazuki's battle attire, and that will at least give shess a better chance - even if this blow breaks him before he can really be of use.

mikazuki had taught him to use his power well, after all. ]

[it says a lot, doesn't it? what people, when given the opportunity, chose as their ability here. what nice and peaceful abilities others switched to. shess does not wonder what it says about him, then, that it never occurred to him to pick anything but a power meant to harm others.

he already knows. after all, he is a sura, and there is a reason the world has branded them as "evil".

admittedly, this is a somewhat different scenario than what he had in mind. were it any other, he would use it at full force, without hesitation—no matter how cruel of a death that may be. if it were just an enemy...

and truth be told, it would still be so easy, to use it even knowing it would kill kara. in the end, they all have to die here, sooner or later. still, shess came here to assist kara in his role, not his own, and until it's shess's life in danger, he'll continue to honour that.

it's why, when mikazuki and kara feel the sudden pressure, it's not a force to meant to destroy them both. however, shess certainly means to slam them both to the ground, so as to prevent mikazuki's strike from being fatal.]

[no matter mikazuki's strength, there's no dodging the pressure that comes from this power. he thinks, for a moment, of what someone had told him. how frustrating it can be to realize that you could so easily win if not for these interruptions, or the fear that can come with knowing that you are weaker, and may meet your end soon.

he hates it.

perhaps spitefully then, as if he will still make use of his downward momentum, mikazuki's blade shifts and he can only minutely guide it - to slash painfully against ookurikara's right eye, blinding him. mikazuki wonders if it might be able to help him see the world as the master that he so adored. could that make him a bit more tolerable?

but he can do nothing but succumb to the gravity after that, falling to take a knee even if the feeling of bowing his head against his will sits poorly with his pride. to fail to exercise his own will... it grates at scars that mikazuki didn't know he had.

maybe it's why the very second that the pressure alleviates even a fraction, he'll adjust his grip on his sword to slam it brutally through shess' abdomen, running it through his gut.

even as blood runs and drips onto the ground, mikazuki's smile is perfect.]

Neither of us will cease until the mission is completed - isn't that another reason why we get along, my friend?

[and he'll pull his sword back, coated with shess' blood as he takes to his feet again and disappears through the portal back to the village.

at least they did manage to keep him 'a little longer'.]

[ even with a warning, ookurikara isn't quite ready for the sudden change in pressure, and he falls to one knee as the blade comes down on him, pain flaring across his eye and face where mikazuki's sword tears at him. it's the same side as masamune. was that deliberate, he wonders, as he distantly registers a strained cry...

it takes a moment to realize that it's his own voice, laced with pain.

but he's still alive, unbroken, and more importantly - shess is hurt, and mikazuki is on the move. this isn't over yet. it takes longer than he likes, but ookurikara forces himself to his feet, one hand over his right eye. like his former master, he won't let the loss of an eye stop him, even in the face of a foe he still admires.

he'd trusted mikazuki implicitly, since confirming it was him. he might have liked to spar, but not quite like this.

he needs to be stopped. they'd failed to keep mikazuki from the village, but battlefields are always changing. this is no different, even down to a comrade taking a dire wound after placing themselves in the line of fire. and so he heads for the gateway, running as fast as he can with this injury. shess, he trusts, will survive, and catch up. but even if he doesn't, the priority is mikazuki.

this battle won't end until one of them breaks. ]

[well then.

it reminds him of the past, he thinks. the situation is so different, and yet the nature of it all, to have someone he cares about taunt and strike at him like this... well, this time around, it doesn't hurt nearly as much. he's far stronger than he once was.

kara's left. good. that spares shess from having to waste his breath telling him that it'll be fine. to go. (kara should understand, more than anyone.) pressing a hand to his wound, as blood streams between his fingers, shess evaluates the damage.

...

no. not yet. he handle this much.

it likely won't be fatal for a while. they can finish it by then. either mikazuki was sloppy or he wasn't aiming to kill shess to begin with, though given the way he's behaved up until now, shess can take a guess. the thought earns a ghost of a smile. ah...

in any case, the pain doesn't bother him. after a lifetime of being torn apart and the like—and, eventually, learning to let his regenerative abilities handle the rest—this is nothing. he's a little surprised by how unsteady he is on his feet, though; how difficult it is to move with this injury.]

Annoying...

[being reduced to a human's level, that is. how weak he feels. he's going to be a little later than kara, unfortunately.

still, he follows after.]

Edited 2019-08-02 04:10 (UTC)

[flames lick at the hem of mikazuki's robes as he makes it to the gateway, though he does not bother to put them out immediately - he has a bit of an itinerary. he imagines the the injuries will slow them both, which is what he'd prefer. he's given more room to maneuver now, and most importantly -

it is nice to be away from his home. though even now, he looks over the village and its quiet, its emptiness. ah, the days that he was allowed here were so limited compared to the rest of his long life and yet....

and yet.

he conjures up a handful of sparklers and a small rocket, and then neatly cuts away the burning pieces of his own robes. he thinks that if he had stayed put even a moment longer in front of ookurikara, he might have been burned much just worse - he's rather proud of him for all his practice he's put in. and that is his last thought as he uses the borrowed fire from his comrade to light the sparklers before neatly throwing them against the flammable pieces of the village, letting them catch flame with their dazzling light. anyone who remains will certainly catch sight of them, not unlike moths to flames.

though he avoids any location that might have animals.]

Soiya, soiya!

[similarly, he launches a firework rocket into the air for good measure, listening to its whistle and the resulting explosion just above the housing area. he tosses the burning piece of fabric aside.]

Ha ha ha. Wasshoi!

[and then he draws his blade - waiting.

it is almost time for the night to be over.]

[Haha. Well.

Luckily for Mikazuki, it doesn't take long before he gains a response for his efforts. North had told Emma that she planned to stick around until the last possible moment, concerned that something could go wrong if they all died before taking care of the Signs — and at this moment? It seems like her paranoia paid off. A stream of lava makes its appearance first, quickly and without preamble. Though clearly aimed with the intent to disarm and injure, North doesn't expect it to be enough to take him down. In fact, given the current situation... She doesn't even expect it to connect.

Ookurikara had his reasons for believing that coordinating an attack on Mikazuki would be as good as planning one's suicide, after all.

... Not that knowing did anything to prevent this outcome, anyway. The village is on fire, and Mikazuki got what he wanted. North makes herself known, emerging from what little of the village remains untouched by the flames, armed and bracing herself for what's clearly going to be a bad fucking time. She keeps her distance from him, ready to move the moment he takes a single step towards her, but—

Stiffly:]

... I had hoped the other two would be enough to take care of you.

[Shess and Ookurikara are nowhere to be seen. She respected their wishes when they said they would be taking care of Mikazuki themselves, but one cursory glance is enough for her system to register everything she needs to assess the situation. The blood on his blade. The discarded, flaming piece of fabric. The fact that he's alone. It's impossible not to assume the worst. They really should have killed him before the corruption had a chance to strike. What a shitty outcome.

For better or for worse, it's almost time for the night to be over.]

[as he was waiting for her - he hummed a festival song, it rings through his ears and the night air, making things just a bit more - aha, livelier. even as everything burns around him, he maintains the same air of untouched serenity, and when she approaches - he greets her with a pleased smile.]

Ah, there you are.

[like he had been looking for her everywhere - like he was merely answering a summons from her, and was waiting for her arrival. the lava stream is avoided - quick and easy at it comes, no matter how it tries to touch him. it makes one wonder if the universe chose its guides based on this type of strength, or if it was something else. regardless, in comparison to her stiff tone, his is just as calm, soothing as always.

almost like he's not corrupted at all, if not for the lack of light in his eyes]

Certainly they have made their attempts - you'll be seeing them shortly.

I did not misunderstand that you wished to see this through to the very end, did I? Though you endure... You are always fighting, always caught in a war you must win, always kinder than you appear...

[one might call it being a victim of circumstance, at risk of having their thoughtfulness trampled. and yet... mikazuki can only think of the way that flowers might bloom in adversity. of a hope that rises defiantly even when victory seems out of grasp.]

Mm, you are the type of existence that I always, always like the most.

I hope you will find time to rest soon.

[it's funny - the words are without question mikazuki's.

they only lack the gentle song in his voice, that would make them more soothing rather than simply appraising.]

[The fact that her attack doesn't connect isn't a surprise. His words, however, are another story. Try as she might, emotions are a tricky thing, and she's unable to stop herself from having some kind of reaction. The way hands curl into fists, fingernails digging into the artificial flesh on the palms of her hands. The way her shoulders tense, simulated breathing coming to a halt. The itty bitty sound she makes halfway through his speech, expression pinching.

"You'll be seeing them shortly."

She has to remind herself that this isn't her friend anymore. Though the words are coming out of his mouth, there's no mistaking that the darkness has already reached him. Sentimentality has no place here. Now, she's just waiting for him to make his move.]

No, you didn't misunderstand. [Here, or back home. This is just how it is.] Unfortunately for both of us... I think you know me well enough to understand that I won't be able to rest until you're dead. So why don't you make our jobs easier, and stay still?

[He won't. She knows he won't. Otherwise, Shess and Ookurikara would have succeeded.

That doesn't stop her from immediately firing another stream of lava, though.

She's gotta be stubborn even when she knows she's likely going to get her ass wrecked.]

[ leaving the citadel is a relief. even though it isn’t his home, it’s familiar, and ookurikara has no desire to wreck a place his comrades call home, one that could have easily been his home. taking the fight to the village isn’t ideal when he doesn’t know if any of the others are left, and he can only hope they’ve all done their part as he sprints through the portal, but they've all fought in worse conditions than this. they'll handle it.

the smell of smoke hits him like a wall, stinging the wound on his face. with a grimace, he forces his feet to move again, to search for mikazuki. was this what mitsutada had seen, before the fire had damaged him? why, of all elements, would they give this to ookurikara?

can he turn that same power on mikazuki, and damage him the same way as the awataguchis? would that matter, as long as he’s corrupted?

his thoughts are interrupted when he hears mikazuki’s voice, and ookurikara breaks into a run again until he can see him through the blood and smoke. and beyond him - north? so there was one left, after all. she throws lava at the older sword, and kara dashes forward to attack with a wave of fire from behind. He hadn’t wanted distractions for this fight, and he hadn’t wanted mikazuki to take more victims, but with that decision out of his hands, ookurikara will make full use of it, and follow up with a downward slash aimed for mikazuki’s head. ]

Edited 2019-08-02 13:57 (UTC)

[as shess exits the gateway, he slams a hand against the tree to maintain his balance. (it really is frustrating, not having his body move the way he expects it to.) still, after a moment, he continues moving, leaving behind a trail of blood.

his head is spinning. but he will not die here.

(north is here. well, that'll likely be an issue. a failure on his and ookurikara's part, but it can't be helped.)

a howl of wind picks up, swirling through the flames of mikazuki's destruction and carrying them alongs—before shess directs the rush of the gale and flames straight at mikazuki.]

[evading the lava would have been simple - for all his complaints of creaky old bones or fragility, it'd take more than one slam of molten fire to make mikazuki flinch back.

adding everything else is in is where it gets fun. when the wind picks up and the temperature spikes, there's a moment where he smiles before reflecting quietly to himself:] Mm, that should be everyone now.

[excellent, excellent. he can finish it like this.

with his sword drawn, he glides away from ookurikara's fire - though not completely. it catches at the long sleeve of his kimono as their blades connect, high. the injury on his sword arm stings, but hardly registers against the adrenaline and the fact that it isn't over yet, he has no time for pain, no time to leave a single opening. he repels ookurikara off, pushing him back - though not before north's lava meets its target and another swell of wind carries some more fire toward him.

the lava licks at mikazuki's leg before he moves out of the way - but he imagines that would be quite difficult the longer he allows it to remain. he moves to cross the space between the two of them, dancing out of the way of the lava path with a performer's footsteps, eyes glinting as he grows closer to her - ]

I do wish you could've taken the time to rest.

[before he moves to swing his sword, cutting once shallowly across her chest before allowing the momentum to carry him into a spin, then having his blade slice across her arm, rendering it useless and mostly severed.

the open space was a poor choice, allowing mikazuki to move further away from them and toward ookurikara's blind side, blood still dripping from his blade as he puts in only the barest effort to smother the flames that lick at his robes, somehow finding it in him to laugh in this situation.]

Ha ha ha.

You'll have me burn from the outside in.... Mm, time to do work worth my pay, I suppose.

[Haha! What the fuck.

Given the fact that North had assumed Ookurikara and Shess died while fighting against Mikazuki, she's understandably surprised when they both show up alive and — ah. Not entirely well, actually. Even through the smoke and the fire, it's difficult to miss their injuries. A missing eye and a patch of blood on the abdomen are a little egregious, after all.]

Wait, you're—

["Alive," she means to say. But there's no time to talk. Because, before she gets a chance to fire another shot? Mikazuki is already bearing down on her, moving with grace and agility that are stupidly unfitting of someone who keeps acting like he's a decrepit old man. The slash across her chest is met with mild annoyance, in no small part due to the fact that he undid the repairs she had received after Julius injured in the very same spot. As for her arm—

BIOCOMPONENT #6803l DAMAGED

What a fucking bitch.

Blue blood steadily pours out of both segments of her arm, the lower half barely hanging on once Mikazuki's blade cuts through the bulk of it. It drips down the partially severed limb, brightly hued and extremely noticeable — before rapidly evaporating from the heat once it hits the ground. Despite the severity of the wound, however, North reacts very much like she's simply stubbed her toe. She recoils, hissing expletives through her teeth as she reacts to the damage. When she regains her footing, she looks more inconvenienced than anything else. Having no pain receptors has its perks, it seems.

As Mikazuki moves towards Ookurikara's blind side, North reaches for the juncture where her arm connects to her shoulder

and promptly yanks it off so she can throw it at Mikazuki like some kind of fucked up projectile.

This is followed by another bout of elemental manipulation, aimed to deter and injure — but not to kill. If Ookurikara wants this so badly? He can have it. She's just going to follow up on Mikazuki's challenge, hoping to be enough of a thorn on his side that Ookurikara is given a chance to evade him.]

[ this was what he wanted to avoid. he watches in mute shock as mikazuki severs north's arm without a second thought and the blood runs... blue? and then she just rips it off and throws it at him like it's nothing?

that. is not a normal human reaction. but as a sword, ookurikara is the last one to judge as far as that goes, and he doesn't particularly have time to do it, anyway. mikazuki is already moving again, toward his blind side. as he does, ookurikara twists to keep his remaining eye on mikazuki and catch his blade on the next attack.

masamune's enemies used to underestimate him for his disability, too. even if he isn't used to fighting this way, ookurikara knows the way to do it. he will not shame his former master by letting this injury slow him down now, when it matters most.

"burn me from the outside in," he says. well. it's an obvious challenge, one ookurikara only has a second to wonder if it's meant to lure him into some kind of trap, but at the same time... that is one challenge he can deliver on, even here, against one of the revered tenka goken. with the village burning, he doesn't even need to exert the effort to create sparks of his own. after all the practice he's put in over these past nine weeks, it's all too easy to pull the flames closer to him, surrounding them in a circle of fire. escape is not impossible, of course, but fire is wild, uncontrollable, and it will catch on the intricate pieces of mikazuki's robes.

and then he'll shove mikazuki back, diving under his blade and going in for a jab at his heart. if there's any possibility they can end this quickly, they need to take it, no matter the risk. if ookurikara has to break here to succeed, that's fine - as long as he takes mikazuki munechika with him. ]

[that's sure something. shess is no stranger to unusual blood, though ripping off one's own arm to throw it is a little new. ah, well. maybe it's more common for north's species.

with one hand still gripping his dagger and the other pressed against his wound to slow the bleeding, even as shess moves, he knows he's more of a liability than help now. all he can do is summon the wind again, in an attempt to fan and amplify ookurikara's flames.]

[the sacrifice of her arm is actually fairly amusing - he laughs again when it comes, dodging away from the projectile though as it passes, it does manage to get some of that bright blue to splatter against his clothes. ah, isn't he truly a mess? and yet he thinks even now.... he would rather live an ugly life such as this for just a few moments longer than endure sitting in a museum's space, beautiful and untouched for eternity.

he thinks again that ookurikara is the most difficult of opponents here, if only because both north and shess are allowing him to be. that makes him smile even as he taunts, with the smoke and fire cracking behind him - he found so many who would respect his wishes here. isn't that a blessed thing for a sword so often left behind?

ookurikara's swift but mikazuki thinks that it is still not yet time for him to meet his end - he's swift as he withdraws his blade, then swings it swiftly in an upward arc to prevent ookurikara from making a direct stab at his heart. the steel cuts into his shoulder, then continues further up, and he cannot maneuver his head far enough from the upward arc of his sword - it slices into mikazuki's beautiful face, curving into his cheek and away. slowly, slowly he grows more injured like a porcelain doll, a crescent moon carved into his cheek.

but first he decides he has to remove the opponent in front of him - and so he steals ookurikara's idea, driving his blade into his chest, directly into his very human heart, letting the uchinoke become bathed in is comrade's blood - and the tremble in mikazuki's hand as he pushes it all the way through ookurikara's body is only from adrenaline, of course.

(nothing else. he cannot feel anything else.)

he lets his blade remain in ookurikara's body as he backs away from him, letting the fire continue to consume his own robes. he looks ookurikara over - the right side of his face covered in blood, haggard, still holding onto his sword in a fiery battlefield.]

Mm... The embodiment of a warrior's spirit, dedicated to your pride and the mission above all else, though doomed to be nothing more than a lovely legacy.

[and he smiles, cold.]

Truly, you have inherited the spirit of the Date.

Consider it this way, my comrade - at least this way you are spared the fate of being left alone by all you love again.

[no matter his injury, no matter the burns and the scars, mikazuki's gaze remains impassive - holding only one sentiment above all else: I must end this.

no matter what sins he must commit along the way.]

—Shit.

[Well. It sure is unfortunate that Ookurikara is getting fatally stabbed to the tune of the Benny Hill theme song.

Which is to say, North's immediate reaction is to move before Mikazuki can even finish talking. The ring of fire is still around them, making it dangerous to approach — but doing nothing isn't really an option. And it's pretty impossible to ignore the instinctive need to do something, anything, while the corruption takes yet another one of them out. She's honestly exhausted of watching people die while she sits still, frozen in shock... and that's probably why she risks it, surrounding her remaining hand in lava so she can throw herself at Mikazuki in an attempt to throttle him.

This is surely going to go well.

(Sorry, Shess. The majority voted for him. So as far as she's concerned? Better her than him. Good luck with that wound, bruh.)]

[ it's frustrating, that as strong as ookurikara may be, he is still nothing to mikazuki munechika. it's as if he can't control his own blade, and everything he tries is pointless when it's always redirected away from the vitals he intends to strike. would masamune be disappointed in his second sword, to see him struggling so much to land even a single attack? is he really so weak? is this the reason he wasn't the one carried onto the battlefield of legend, at his master's side? surely he has to be stronger than this, to be one of date masamune's favorite blades, treasured by his family for hundreds of years later.

regardless of the answer, ookurikara still wants to serve them well even now, years after being taken from them. doing so means going through mikazuki, one way or another. he's already twisting his sword in his grip to change directions, aiming to cut deep into the throat, when mikazuki's blade strikes true, freezing him in place.

he knows it's a fatal blow even before his blade begins to crack, hairline fractures spreading across his steel as his vision begins to blur. his hearing, however, is fine, and he can only listen as mikazuki steps away to taunt him, once again using his love for masamune and the date against him - the pride, the legacy, even the eye.

this is more than just frustrating, - it's infuriating, and ookurikara has neither the time or the strength to make mikazuki and the corruption pay for speaking of his master with such disrespect.

in his rage, he pays no attention to the last taunt thrown his way. as he falls to one knee, his remaining eye fixes mikazuki with the fiercest, most defiant glare he can muster, one promising that he won't be the only one to break here.

and so, the meteors begin to fall. ]

Edited 2019-08-03 04:23 (UTC)

week eight: mingle

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