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[newtimes]

( Everyone sure is figuring it out right now. Like Souji, Mutsu's put two and two together and he's begun to figure out what's going on here. His mouth hangs open, face twisted in frustration. It's clear he's trying to deny things still but he can't get a single word out.

Shut up, shut up, his hold on his sword tightens but it's less of an aggressive act but more along the lines of securing himself so he doesn't drop it while he's choking. The same goes for his gun.

The more he tries to speak, the harder it is to breathe and he wonders how much longer he can hold out like this. If he's right... he shuts his mouth, gritting his teeth, and manages to breathe through his nose before muttering under his breath, )

— Swords are old fashioned. Edo’s full of beautiful girls. ( So far, so good. ) I-- ( --killed someone. --am not important to you guys. --am not friends with those guys.

There it goes. His throat feels tight, he can feel it closing, and he tries to catch one last breath of air before it all starts over again. Emptily, he gasps and he's figured it out. He's figured this shit out. It's the truth. He can't lie. He can't tell a lie and whenever he tries, this happens.

All he can do is shake his head in response.

No, no, no, the answer he should say is no. But he isn't going to be beaten by this! No way! No! He's the sword of Sakamoto. If he gave up this easily in front of these guys, he'd be a disgrace. Think, think, you were a merchant sword before you were a ronin's sword. He can talk his way out of this, surely? )

'S none... ( It's hard. ) -- none of your business...! A lot of people weren't crazy about you guys.

[retorter]

[ 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?

[newtimes]

( Accept it! Swords are old fashioned. It's really a miracle that they're even being used again after all of these years. )

... Right. ( It sure did take him a good second to answer that. ) So what? There're swords that've belonged to shogun and all sorts of famous people.

Maybe ya haven't figured out who my master is yet 'cause he's ahead of your time.

( See what he did there. )

[retorter]

[ MUTSU PLS.... Souji's silent for a long moment, assessing Mutsu. ]

Why don't you enlighten me then? Is your master really Saitani Umetarou? [ too bad Souji didn't ask 'IS YOUR MASTER SAKAMOTO RYOMA' there... ] Or rather, is his name actually Saitani Umetarou?

[ have you been lying liar who lies all this time mutsu ]

[newtimes]

'Course, he's my most famous master.

( For the first question at least. For the second, Mutsu is quiet. )

What're ya thinking, huh? If ya wanna know about my master, all ya gotta do is ask right.

[retorter]

[ why does souji Care So Much tbh.... but Mutsu didn't immediately start choking to death, so that does allay some of his suspicions. ]

Will you answer honestly if I do then?

1/3

[newtimes]

Sure, I'm an honest swor--

[newtimes]

( AAAAAUGH WHAT THE FUCK CEREALIA HE'S AN HONEST SWORD WHEEZE )

[newtimes]

( Aw, what the hell. )

... Depends.

[retorter]

[ CEREALIA TELLING IT LIKE IT IS!! Souji tips his head back and laughs. ]

It must be difficult not being able to lie to me. [ lols ] Just tell me this then — [ the laughter immediately stops. ]

Is your master an enemy of the Shinsengumi? [ run away mutsu... ]

[newtimes]

( God, what a creepy laugh. This is why he doesn't tell you things, Souji. This is exactly why! )

Lessee... was he a bad guy...? ( Gun twirling around his finger, as he thinks, ) I guess you could say he...

( Dragging out that answer, clearly buying some time to work out a clever, witty truth. Is the suspense killing you, Souji? Is it? )

--Gotta go! I'll tell ya another time, 'kay?!

( That's it. No complete answer. Turning on his heel, Mutsu makes a run for it, diving right into the crowds of Cerealians and vengeful spirits. )

[retorter]

[ WHAT THE FUCK MUTSU U PUNK ]

[ Souji half considers chasing after him like last time, but as far as he can tell... running away is a sign of guilt. Time to wait till Saitou shows up so Souji can complain to him about Mutsu.... ]