[Swords are meant to cut things, simple as that. Trust Masamune's naming sense.
The prickle of the needle spreads out into his flesh as he goes on his knee, and the sensation pull at his muscles. Resisting it felt like trying to move stone.]
I'm fine... Just...
[Next thing he knows he finds himself wrapping his hands around Mitsutada's waist, the rest of his body wanting to go for a full-on hug.]
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The prickle of the needle spreads out into his flesh as he goes on his knee, and the sensation pull at his muscles. Resisting it felt like trying to move stone.]
I'm fine... Just...
[Next thing he knows he finds himself wrapping his hands around Mitsutada's waist, the rest of his body wanting to go for a full-on hug.]
Goddamnit...