[ Safely restrained by Rika's embrace, and without any apparent worry for the proximity of her mouth to his arms (he always has been overly trusting of his allies, even when they might not hold him in the same regard), finally, finally, he turns his attention to Yuta.
What now? Muramasa's usual greeting will not work without the forge, and Mumei is not Yuta's Muramasa. All he can do is look, for now. Whatever familiar weight in his heart that came with the scars Yuta will receive in the time after this moment is one that he does not carry yet. Rika knows him, yes, but Yuta's destiny is shadowed by things that have not yet come to pass. The Tsumukari could... ]
Well done, Yuta.
[ The praise, heartfelt and solemn, slips out before Mumei can think to finish his own thought about the possibility that that yawning absence of suffering might mean, or what he might do about it. ]
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What now? Muramasa's usual greeting will not work without the forge, and Mumei is not Yuta's Muramasa. All he can do is look, for now. Whatever familiar weight in his heart that came with the scars Yuta will receive in the time after this moment is one that he does not carry yet. Rika knows him, yes, but Yuta's destiny is shadowed by things that have not yet come to pass. The Tsumukari could... ]
Well done, Yuta.
[ The praise, heartfelt and solemn, slips out before Mumei can think to finish his own thought about the possibility that that yawning absence of suffering might mean, or what he might do about it. ]
I've brought you something.