[mikazuki opens his mouth to respond with a gentle correction, that these are instead two famed weapons said to belong to yoshitsune of the minamoto and his retainer benkei when -
A waning crescent moon. (Silently, silently) While knowing that its fate is to fall, (Silently, silently) Now, the sorrowful flower bursts into bloom.
- something that can only be a memory, as odd and far-fetched as it may be, stains the edges of his thoughts. he pulls his hand away from tsurumaru, though a moment too late as his fingers had already frozen and stilled for just a beat too long.]
.... well, I'm sure these two in particular would be delighted to be tied to the myth of Saint Nicholas.
[even though his eyes fall upon the case in a mixture of apprehension and uncertainty: despite the name plaques stating that these are imanotsurugi and iwatooshi, are they truly?]
... hmm.
[he turns then, going to inspect the rest of the items in the room without much further explanation]
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A waning crescent moon.
(Silently, silently)
While knowing that its fate is to fall,
(Silently, silently)
Now, the sorrowful flower bursts into bloom.
- something that can only be a memory, as odd and far-fetched as it may be, stains the edges of his thoughts. he pulls his hand away from tsurumaru, though a moment too late as his fingers had already frozen and stilled for just a beat too long.]
.... well, I'm sure these two in particular would be delighted to be tied to the myth of Saint Nicholas.
[even though his eyes fall upon the case in a mixture of apprehension and uncertainty: despite the name plaques stating that these are imanotsurugi and iwatooshi, are they truly?]
... hmm.
[he turns then, going to inspect the rest of the items in the room without much further explanation]