[ As another person who's lost about how in the world this whole event could have happened, Ookurikara seems to be coping very well. In a way, he gets what he want: Freedom. He's a free soul now. In the cost of his friends. Which somehow doesn't balance out too well.
But he was never one to dwell on the past. What's done is done. He's alive, and some of his 'friends' are probably dead. Although Ookurikara is actually a bit grateful at... whatever gods existed in this place that a good amount of the talking swords are alive and kickin' around. Their bonds, the memories... No matter how much he wanted to refuse them, they're important for Ookurikara.
Well, on the other hand, that means that he should mentally prepared himself for loads of stupidities those people have in their minds. ]
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[ ...And unsurprisingly, he finds a very certain, familiar sword sticking himself in a place where other could've use for a good rest. There's in, no way in hell, he can ever not notice him, after all. It's definitely Mitsutada. Or his replica. Either way works well for him.
With him (assuming that this one is that candle cutter Mitsutada) , of course he doesn't need to say anything. Ookurikara crosses his arms for a good one minute, before he pulls his own sword out of its sheath on his hip, obviously gives little to no shit for other people around who are totally creeped out by Ookurikara's sudden action. Moving his legs slightly, the tachi then enters his stance as he watches over the sword on the cushion.
Mitsutada have ten-- No, five seconds to materialize back into human forms before Ookurikara destroy the sword for good. Here's hoping that this is the real Mitsutada because if it's a fake/replica, Ookurikara's going to enjoy destroying it to the smallest piece because no one- NO ONE is allowed to put his bro in a spot like this. Even if it's just a replica, he deserves to be put somewhere more deserving. ]
a; let's get it on, eon
But he was never one to dwell on the past. What's done is done. He's alive, and some of his 'friends' are probably dead. Although Ookurikara is actually a bit grateful at... whatever gods existed in this place that a good amount of the talking swords are alive and kickin' around. Their bonds, the memories... No matter how much he wanted to refuse them, they're important for Ookurikara.
Well, on the other hand, that means that he should mentally prepared himself for loads of stupidities those people have in their minds. ]
...
[ ...And unsurprisingly, he finds a very certain, familiar sword sticking himself in a place where other could've use for a good rest. There's in, no way in hell, he can ever not notice him, after all. It's definitely Mitsutada. Or his replica. Either way works well for him.
With him (assuming that this one is that candle cutter Mitsutada) , of course he doesn't need to say anything. Ookurikara crosses his arms for a good one minute, before he pulls his own sword out of its sheath on his hip, obviously gives little to no shit for other people around who are totally creeped out by Ookurikara's sudden action. Moving his legs slightly, the tachi then enters his stance as he watches over the sword on the cushion.
Mitsutada have ten-- No, five seconds to materialize back into human forms before Ookurikara destroy the sword for good. Here's hoping that this is the real Mitsutada because if it's a fake/replica, Ookurikara's going to enjoy destroying it to the smallest piece because no one- NO ONE is allowed to put his bro in a spot like this. Even if it's just a replica, he deserves to be put somewhere more deserving. ]