[He could already tell this new sword would be loud and boisterous and troublesome, but... that was fine. More than fine. He'd bring some much needed life to the museum, truth be told, so while there were sure to be fumbles along the way, the initial impression was a good one.

But he couldn't help but worry. Even when Mutsu gives his hand a squeeze, even when he stands tall and proud and laughs. He has to worry. What if this - all this - was just a brave front put on through excitement of seeing somewhere new, of getting restored, of meeting someone for the first time in a long time.

If it was, then it was taking far more energy than his own fronting ever did, and it was impressive.

If it wasn't... well. He'd find out sooner or later, unless one of them was transferred out.]

Were you, now...? And... why are you not still in Tosa?

[Not that he's complaining about him being here, but... didn't Tosa have museums? Shrines? Surely there was somewhere closer he could have been taken, right?

But that didn't really matter in the end.]

Anyway... I'll look forward to it... Ah- and welcome, Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki...