[ Mutsu's so smart... Souji watches as the tsukumogami pieces the rest of the puzzle together, though his brow furrows a little at the 'swords are old fashioned' part. Why are you insulting yourself, Mutsu... But more importantly, that's the kind of thing people who are aren't close with the Shinsengumi would probably say, or at least the sort of people who subscribed to different beliefs. ]

You're not wrong. [ Well of course Mutsu's not wrong, he's not choking to death?? ] I wouldn't care if you were a civilian who hates us, or the sword of some ronin who likes to talk big.

[ a lot of townspeople and ronin do, after all. but Souji never cared, unless they made it the Shinsengumi's problem. ]

But you're the sword of Saitani Umetarou or whatever his name is. [ and he knows the Hokushin Ittou Ryu style, so he's obviously not some common sellsword. ] So it's not like you were a blade serving some nobody... Right?