( Wondering if Mutsu loves Ryouma is like wondering if the sun will rise in the east. Like a father that has watched a precious son grow and like a son that has listened to his father's every word, Mutsu is absolutely enamored with his most famous master and his family. He knows he's fortunate in more ways than he count and that there are certainly other swords out there that were less treasured, less valued, and less cared for. In his day, when swords were going out of style, he'd seen many cast aside and left for the scrap heap and he'd experienced something similar only recently-- forgotten in an attic until he was rescued from a fire, hamon burned, signature hidden under scorched stains. But he doesn't resent those people, feeling only a bittersweet sadness and all that could have been that wasn't.
There's a slight shift in expression. The man in front of him is different from the wild and passionate swords Mutsu is accustomed too. There's something more subdued, something a little... sad? It's been years since he'd last seen another face and he wonders if he's lost his ability to read the air in all of that time. Centuries observing and listening to others, he'd once had a knack for understanding people the way his old master had but there's something now...
Mutsu brings himself down some. He's still bright under all of the ash but he attempts to adjust his energy so that he can be more in sync with this man. )
Hey, hey. ( He holds up his hands, waving away at Souza, ) None of this at your service stuff. If we're gonna be together for awhile then we should treat each other more like the same, right, right?( Like equals! Or at least, not as formally.
Symbol of conquerors, though? There's something that catches his attention. Surely, there's a story there. )
So you're a pretty famous guy, huh? That's why they brought ya here to this place. ( He'd heard the stories about this place-- one of the three imperial museums of the day. But he crosses his arms, thinking for a moment before inferring, ) Ya've been around a bit too, haven't ya?
( Sword of Conquerors sure does sound like someone who's been passed around a lot. )
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There's a slight shift in expression. The man in front of him is different from the wild and passionate swords Mutsu is accustomed too. There's something more subdued, something a little... sad? It's been years since he'd last seen another face and he wonders if he's lost his ability to read the air in all of that time. Centuries observing and listening to others, he'd once had a knack for understanding people the way his old master had but there's something now...
Mutsu brings himself down some. He's still bright under all of the ash but he attempts to adjust his energy so that he can be more in sync with this man. )
Hey, hey. ( He holds up his hands, waving away at Souza, ) None of this at your service stuff. If we're gonna be together for awhile then we should treat each other more like the same, right, right?( Like equals! Or at least, not as formally.
Symbol of conquerors, though? There's something that catches his attention. Surely, there's a story there. )
So you're a pretty famous guy, huh? That's why they brought ya here to this place. ( He'd heard the stories about this place-- one of the three imperial museums of the day. But he crosses his arms, thinking for a moment before inferring, ) Ya've been around a bit too, haven't ya?
( Sword of Conquerors sure does sound like someone who's been passed around a lot. )