-Said the ethereal thing just behind him repetitively, which took form as nothing else but his young self; when he was still less gung-ho about being a markless sword of the Date clan. At first, his younger self could be easily ignored, but after one point or another while Ookurikara was trying to find his way out of the basement, that little shit went way overboard with his word games and Ookurikara actually tried to slash him into oblivion.
Only to be able to inflict nothing. What a surprise. He even got his body and face painted in the redness of the fresh blood thanks to that.
While he stared in a surprise for a bit at his predicament, it was nothing new for him in the end, however. He could just swallow the taste and smell of the blood as he continued his objective of finding a way out.
Until about five minutes of walking, the corner of his eyes captured a bit-too-familiar figure in another weird situation. Or not. They were two of them and both were Mitsutada.
Nevertheless, he didn't even need to blink to be able to tell which one was the real deal. He knew which one was the real one-eyed tachi -- He just knew it. The real Shokudaikiri Mitsutada was the one on the receiving end of the blade.
Pathetic, Mitsutada. Just pathetic. Always too soft to others and look what being too domestic made him into.
Not that it was actually a bad thing, per se. He did exactly his part as the friendly blade of the Date; he was being kind to others for Ookurikara's part as well... Ookurikara knew that, and he respected his best friend a lot for taking the responsibility for him.
Which in retrospect, it was Ookurikara's job to be harsh to others for Mitsutada's sake as well.
Hence why the first thing that came into his mind after seeing his brother in that predicament was to casually ignore both of their younger selves and then dash to his side to HIT the living shit out of the real Mitsutada's jaw hard with his bare hand for two things: a.) to snap him out of his trance, and b.) because he feels like doing it after seeing that side of him. ]
Sorry, it was becoming too unbearable to watch you being so defenseless. [ As he pulls his hand back, he snaps his wrist slightly in pain. Okay, maybe he punched him too hard there. ] Too uncool.
did you ask for monthly dose of bromance? because i sure did
-Said the ethereal thing just behind him repetitively, which took form as nothing else but his young self; when he was still less gung-ho about being a markless sword of the Date clan. At first, his younger self could be easily ignored, but after one point or another while Ookurikara was trying to find his way out of the basement, that little shit went way overboard with his word games and Ookurikara actually tried to slash him into oblivion.
Only to be able to inflict nothing. What a surprise. He even got his body and face painted in the redness of the fresh blood thanks to that.
While he stared in a surprise for a bit at his predicament, it was nothing new for him in the end, however. He could just swallow the taste and smell of the blood as he continued his objective of finding a way out.
Until about five minutes of walking, the corner of his eyes captured a bit-too-familiar figure in another weird situation. Or not. They were two of them and both were Mitsutada.
Nevertheless, he didn't even need to blink to be able to tell which one was the real deal. He knew which one was the real one-eyed tachi -- He just knew it. The real Shokudaikiri Mitsutada was the one on the receiving end of the blade.
Pathetic, Mitsutada. Just pathetic. Always too soft to others and look what being too domestic made him into.
Not that it was actually a bad thing, per se. He did exactly his part as the friendly blade of the Date; he was being kind to others for Ookurikara's part as well... Ookurikara knew that, and he respected his best friend a lot for taking the responsibility for him.
Which in retrospect, it was Ookurikara's job to be harsh to others for Mitsutada's sake as well.
Hence why the first thing that came into his mind after seeing his brother in that predicament was to casually ignore both of their younger selves and then dash to his side to HIT the living shit out of the real Mitsutada's jaw hard with his bare hand for two things: a.) to snap him out of his trance, and b.) because he feels like doing it after seeing that side of him. ]
Sorry, it was becoming too unbearable to watch you being so defenseless. [ As he pulls his hand back, he snaps his wrist slightly in pain. Okay, maybe he punched him too hard there. ] Too uncool.