[ Even though it is so simple in theory, Muramasa's dedication to his work is a complicated beast, one that he has more flexibility in than his single-minded devotion to it seems to allow. Work given to him by others is not-negotiable, but the execution has room for other options if he finds it distasteful, slipping through technicalities to keep him from straying too hard from himself. Work that he chooses for himself, he sets his own prices, and he chooses the lengths he can go in them. Through war, to the edge of the world, even to the heart of the planet and into the forge there. He'd told Yuta plenty of times that Yuta was his responsibility — and it would be his choice to do as Yuta asked of him.
Susanoo has no care for things like that, though. Instead he's focused on the time and power he's been afforded here on sacred ground, in a shrine housing his own spirit. The hand on Yuta's back gives a gentle push, but is firm in its intent; Muramasa wants to steer Yuta towards the inside of his hall. ]
Hah? If I say you can drink, you can drink. Whose shrine do you think this is?
[ There isn't much in the way of actual resistance, but the step Yuta takes when he gets pushed is hesitant, his (slightly fretful) uncertainty only increasing and plain in the way he glances between Muramasa and the direction of a hall he's likely not meant to set foot in even as he opens his mouth to retort. ]
That's— [ not how that works.
But who is Yuta to argue with the manifestation of a god? Trying to explain the legal drinking age to a being like that who is not going to care anyway is folly and he knows it. He doesn't want to be rude either. Not in general and especially not when he summoned Susanoo to talk to him. Staying on the tempestuous god's good side is key. Although the doubt lingers, the attempted protest is swiftly abandoned before it can be spoken aloud fully. ]
It's meant for you, but if you wish to share... Okay.
[ Alcohol is considered a low grade poison, so he can probably mitigate the effects with reverse cursed technique in order to avoid getting drunk like the last time he (accidentally) consumed some. He's better prepared for it this time and knows what to expect, too. That should help. Hopefully.
Resigning himself to this fate, Yuta dutifully gathers the sake bottle and cups again to bring with them and lets Muramasa steer him wherever he pleases. ]
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Susanoo has no care for things like that, though. Instead he's focused on the time and power he's been afforded here on sacred ground, in a shrine housing his own spirit. The hand on Yuta's back gives a gentle push, but is firm in its intent; Muramasa wants to steer Yuta towards the inside of his hall. ]
Hah? If I say you can drink, you can drink. Whose shrine do you think this is?
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That's— [ not how that works.
But who is Yuta to argue with the manifestation of a god? Trying to explain the legal drinking age to a being like that who is not going to care anyway is folly and he knows it. He doesn't want to be rude either. Not in general and especially not when he summoned Susanoo to talk to him. Staying on the tempestuous god's good side is key. Although the doubt lingers, the attempted protest is swiftly abandoned before it can be spoken aloud fully. ]
It's meant for you, but if you wish to share... Okay.
[ Alcohol is considered a low grade poison, so he can probably mitigate the effects with reverse cursed technique in order to avoid getting drunk like the last time he (accidentally) consumed some. He's better prepared for it this time and knows what to expect, too. That should help. Hopefully.
Resigning himself to this fate, Yuta dutifully gathers the sake bottle and cups again to bring with them and lets Muramasa steer him wherever he pleases. ]