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Good. That shit sounds like a pain in the ass and then some.
[ But Yuta takes his sword back, and things are as they are meant to be. Yuta's terrible, massive cursed presence folds itself around the Tsumukari, even through the saya, just like Rika's hands had picked up and embraced Mumei himself moments before. This was the point of reforging Yuta's sword, and it's paid off. Even if his terrible fate has not yet come to pass, and even if Yuta looks at him with confused bewilderment, at least Muramasa's wish is fulfilled.
Mumei folds his hands into his sleeves, the very picture of old fashioned and well mannered — but the smile playing across his mouth and the fondness in his eyes fond and warm do not match the formality of the image. When he returns Yuta's bow, he barely tips himself forward enough to count as polite, something meant from a master to a beloved student maybe.
He doesn't move, drinking in the sight and trying not to worry about the lack of shadows or the missing scars — ]
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[ But Yuta takes his sword back, and things are as they are meant to be. Yuta's terrible, massive cursed presence folds itself around the Tsumukari, even through the saya, just like Rika's hands had picked up and embraced Mumei himself moments before. This was the point of reforging Yuta's sword, and it's paid off. Even if his terrible fate has not yet come to pass, and even if Yuta looks at him with confused bewilderment, at least Muramasa's wish is fulfilled.
Mumei folds his hands into his sleeves, the very picture of old fashioned and well mannered — but the smile playing across his mouth and the fondness in his eyes fond and warm do not match the formality of the image. When he returns Yuta's bow, he barely tips himself forward enough to count as polite, something meant from a master to a beloved student maybe.
He doesn't move, drinking in the sight and trying not to worry about the lack of shadows or the missing scars — ]