[ he listens carefully, caught off-guard by what he's heard. never before has he heard of a tournament, especially for the prized Tenka Goken, out of all swords. but that explanation, as bizarre as it is, is satisfactory for him. so when he looks back at enishi, his expression is one of relief — and he's even smiling, just a little!

where did all of that murderous intent go? ...what murderous intent? ]

What, that's it? If that was your answer, you should have just said so in the first place!

[ now he feels bad, having said all of those rude, threatening things! even if enishi seems kind of lame, he's not a thief if he won a tournament, right? but with that misunderstanding cleared up, he now puts a hand to his chest, gesturing towards himself. ]

Since you're not a thief, then... you can call me Tsurumaru. My smith was a disciple of Sanjou Munechika's, so naturally — Mikazuki is like a parent to me.