[Recognizing the cordial refusal for what it is, Mikazuki pushes back gently, in equal measure, knowing how anyone not used to the pomp and circumstance of court life might worry about making a faux pas. Or worse, giving cause for offense.]
All there is to do is eat it. I promise won't take offense if it's not to your taste.
[The way out of Caihong and out to Level 2 is marked by so many changes in scenery. Long forgotten motifs that return to him with the same rush as being pulled out of storage.
This world that asks so much of them. It takes even the smallest of touch and adds layers of meaning to it that would normally be imperceptible for most people. Even now, the warmth that radiates for Konoha is so different from the children that fling themselves at him as he passes the afternoon on the raised veranda, entreaties for hugs or to be carried around on his shoulders. Or the way their Saniwa takes their hands after a particularly long and difficult mission and bids them a job well done.
But for a sword that knows no touch except when taken up in times of war or times of reverence--and even that is barely cut through whatever constituted their consciousness--the experience of becoming human triggered a whole host of senses previously denied to them. Coming back here is like reacquainting himself with one more of those senses. The hand at her side may not mean precisely what this world wants of them but it doesn't mean nothing either.
If Mikazuki had never left, he thinks he could have been content with that. Despite how much has changed now, how many new faces surround them and how many old are nowhere to be found, this still feels like a homecoming of sorts. Although from here they can't forget the ones that have been left behind.]
Our master is a good man even if he works in mysterious ways. Well I suppose I can understand that. But there is little we are left wanting for even as the fight drags on.
[But enough about him...] And you. I can only imagine how your home has grown. No doubt it's kept you busy?
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All there is to do is eat it. I promise won't take offense if it's not to your taste.
[The way out of Caihong and out to Level 2 is marked by so many changes in scenery. Long forgotten motifs that return to him with the same rush as being pulled out of storage.
This world that asks so much of them. It takes even the smallest of touch and adds layers of meaning to it that would normally be imperceptible for most people. Even now, the warmth that radiates for Konoha is so different from the children that fling themselves at him as he passes the afternoon on the raised veranda, entreaties for hugs or to be carried around on his shoulders. Or the way their Saniwa takes their hands after a particularly long and difficult mission and bids them a job well done.
But for a sword that knows no touch except when taken up in times of war or times of reverence--and even that is barely cut through whatever constituted their consciousness--the experience of becoming human triggered a whole host of senses previously denied to them. Coming back here is like reacquainting himself with one more of those senses. The hand at her side may not mean precisely what this world wants of them but it doesn't mean nothing either.
If Mikazuki had never left, he thinks he could have been content with that. Despite how much has changed now, how many new faces surround them and how many old are nowhere to be found, this still feels like a homecoming of sorts. Although from here they can't forget the ones that have been left behind.]
Our master is a good man even if he works in mysterious ways. Well I suppose I can understand that. But there is little we are left wanting for even as the fight drags on.
[But enough about him...] And you. I can only imagine how your home has grown. No doubt it's kept you busy?