I believe Yasusada mentioned something to that extent as well... Though it doesn't surprise me that the nature of your existence has been rewritten somewhat here.
[ he pauses briefly, considering how to phrase this politely. it seems quite personal to them, so he's respectful as he asks... ]
Would you mind showing me your blade? I've never gotten a good look at it during any of our past trainings, and I have to admit I'm curious of its form.
[ ...it's a surprising request, enough to make kara's hand pause in the middle of reaching for a dandelion. no one has ever asked to see his blade, after finding out what he is - not even lili. it's funny, to think that something so simple has just... never come up.
but after a moment, he nods, and pulls his hand back to start removing the gloves. ]
I don't mind. Just don't touch it.
[ that's the only rule he'll give as he picks up the sword and unsheathes it for dimitri to see, the scales of the dragon carving glittering in the sunlight. ]
[ it's a good thing kara specifies, because dimitri would absolutely ask to hold it next. he looks over the blade intently, studying each thin groove illustrating the metal. ]
Ah, no wonder you have that tattoo...
[ does the body reflect the sword, or does the sword reflect the body? in any case, dimitri draws back, keeping his hands folded respectfully behind his back to respect kara's rule, though his eyes gleam. he loves!! swords!!! ]
Well, I must say that you and Yasusada are both magnificent swords. There is little joy to find in a place like this, but I am at least grateful to have laid eyes on such fine blades. I've never seen one so ornately inscribed.
[ and just as the request surprised him, so does the response. ookurikara's back straightens a little with pride, although he has to say - ]
I am an unsigned sword. Hiromitsu, my blacksmith, carved Kurikara on my blade to cover the scars I took in forging, so he didn't want to claim me.
[ there's always been a part of him that's been somewhat bitter with that. it's hard not to be, when surrounded by swords of much greater prestige, or even those who weren't as strong, but were still worthy enough to claim. ]
...But my former master often spoke of me the same way as you. It's been a long time, since I've heard something like that. [ he bows his head toward dimitri in a rare display of gratitude. ] Thank you.
Please, Ookurikara—raise your head. It's strange to see you like this.
[ He says it with a little laugh, friendly, but sobering as he thinks aloud. ]
You see... I come from a land of harsh winter, and even harsher people. We learn quickly to hunt and fight—my sword may have been the first friend I ever truly understood.
So I think blades should come with a certain reverence. The goddess I pray to... she has never once protected me. When I struggle, she cannot open my path. A trusted sword can do both—perhaps your master understood the sort of liberation a blade represents.
[ His hand floats automatically to the hilt of his dagger, thoughtful before he smiles again, faint but sincere. ]
Ah, but I'm rambling. In any case, I'm glad someone saw your potential. It's always a waste to see people only for their scars.
[ he does lift his head, sheathing his sword and watching dimitri as he recalls his home. though kara's own history is very different, such a story is not uncommon among swords and their masters, and hearing such respect actually brings a very faint smile to his face. ]
It sounds like you are the sort of master that any sword would be honored to serve.
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[ it's not a question, as he pauses in the middle of reaching for a plant. ]
Yeah. The spirit of the sword Ookurikara, formerly wielded by Date Masamune.
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So you are a sword as well. How fascinating...
[ he sounds really impressed, honestly. ]
The sword you spar with, that is—you, then?
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[ the sword is at his side, actually so he does pause to touch the hilt gently. ]
Yeah. Our swords... they're our true forms. If we break, so do they. [ . . . ] Or that's how it's supposed to be. This place has changed things.
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[ he pauses briefly, considering how to phrase this politely. it seems quite personal to them, so he's respectful as he asks... ]
Would you mind showing me your blade? I've never gotten a good look at it during any of our past trainings, and I have to admit I'm curious of its form.
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but after a moment, he nods, and pulls his hand back to start removing the gloves. ]
I don't mind. Just don't touch it.
[ that's the only rule he'll give as he picks up the sword and unsheathes it for dimitri to see, the scales of the dragon carving glittering in the sunlight. ]
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Ah, no wonder you have that tattoo...
[ does the body reflect the sword, or does the sword reflect the body? in any case, dimitri draws back, keeping his hands folded respectfully behind his back to respect kara's rule, though his eyes gleam. he loves!! swords!!! ]
Well, I must say that you and Yasusada are both magnificent swords. There is little joy to find in a place like this, but I am at least grateful to have laid eyes on such fine blades. I've never seen one so ornately inscribed.
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I am an unsigned sword. Hiromitsu, my blacksmith, carved Kurikara on my blade to cover the scars I took in forging, so he didn't want to claim me.
[ there's always been a part of him that's been somewhat bitter with that. it's hard not to be, when surrounded by swords of much greater prestige, or even those who weren't as strong, but were still worthy enough to claim. ]
...But my former master often spoke of me the same way as you. It's been a long time, since I've heard something like that. [ he bows his head toward dimitri in a rare display of gratitude. ] Thank you.
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[ He says it with a little laugh, friendly, but sobering as he thinks aloud. ]
You see... I come from a land of harsh winter, and even harsher people. We learn quickly to hunt and fight—my sword may have been the first friend I ever truly understood.
So I think blades should come with a certain reverence. The goddess I pray to... she has never once protected me. When I struggle, she cannot open my path. A trusted sword can do both—perhaps your master understood the sort of liberation a blade represents.
[ His hand floats automatically to the hilt of his dagger, thoughtful before he smiles again, faint but sincere. ]
Ah, but I'm rambling. In any case, I'm glad someone saw your potential. It's always a waste to see people only for their scars.
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It sounds like you are the sort of master that any sword would be honored to serve.