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[LET HER REDEEM HERSELF...]

I'm...[THIS IS TOO EMBARRASSING.]

Yes, please start. [If he's determined to do this though, so will she!]

[Awesome, he's allowed to eat it too! She watches them for a moment, to see if they like it.]

They do...and not always. [She turns back to watch.] Some do like to see conflict though, because they get to watch the character rise up again.

No Mrs Claus...[But there is a Santa Claus. Well, Finland says he isn't married, despite Sweden's claims that Finland is "his wife". That makes sense.] Is the Easter Bunny...very large? [A hare?!

And YEAH EXACTLY WHAT ABOUT JACK IS ACTUALLY INNOCENT. She believes he is though, gosh.

And don't worry, she'll be doing it! Boop, in it goes, and the menu shows.]

Play it really loudly? So that they can hear?

[Kousetsu, one day you're going to find so many things exciting! After you don't have to fight anymore, that is.] So those are the types of games you like. The ones with a story.

[Don't worry, she'll protect him from those kind of games too.]

I won Unmapped 3 at a Halloween Party, it was one of the few things I've ever won. And Flappy Bird was made by one of my citizens! It became immensely popular around the world, so I am proud of it. And it's addictive for being so difficult.

[It's thanks to Japanese dramas, but it isn't something Japan would've spoken to her about. She could only hope that they would get along, only because aside from that, their personalities would've been compatible. At least in her opinion.

They share the same love for family, for example.]

Y-you were once captured? [What is this! What a fearsome situation!] How did you and Urashima get out? But ah, he sounds very friendly! How endearing! [Pet turtle!!

Meanwhile, it looks like there's something deeper between Hachitsuka and Nagasone.] Proud and talented, I am assuming? [Her expression changes to confusion.] Why is he against fake swords?

[ Sometimes he wonders if they could get over the past. In the present they fought on the same side, and they should act like it, but sometimes it was just too difficult to get over the past. He'd say they were making progress, though. ]

Haru's team got us out. I don't know what would have happened to us if he didn't find us. [ He laughed it off like recalling a fond memory. Nagasone had thought it was hopeless. Even if he wanted to save his little brother, he was in the same position. They were like a godsend, but he wasn't the type of sword to express those type of feelings. ]

Very, he has skills befitting a Kotetsu. [ But he sees it's story time. ]

Nagasone Kotetsu Okisato is renown as one of the greatest smiths of all time, but he's also one who is the most counterfeited. He didn't sign a lot of his blades and there are records of him not being able to tell the difference himself. It led to a lot of people second guessing all of the Kotetsu swords.

Hachitsuka is a Kotetsu that belonged to the Hachitsuka clan. He's a decorative treasure that is never seen by the public, but that lead to them calling him "illusionary" and probably also a fake. His pride can't handle those kinds of accusations.

Knowing his big brother is a fake doesn't help matters. [ with a small shrug ]

He's proven that. He is a saniwa by more than natural talent. There is effort and experience there too.

[ Swords don't get to choose who wields them, but he wouldn't oppose Haru anyway. Nagasone just had a duty to upkeep as a group leader himself.

BECAUSE HE'S STILL DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. MARGINALLY.]

I'm sure it was those electrical issues that caused the explosion. [ He gave him a side-long look though. ] I do trust you know what you're doing with those things better than I do.

Sure, sure! Let's see... [Starts counting off on his fingers:] You're super reliable - like seriously one of the most reliable people in the city, y'know? And your cooking is great! I'm hungry for that soup stuff you brought over aaall the time. Like I said, your eyes are a pretty color. People probably look right at 'em when you're talking, right? And your hair doesn't just look soft. It felt way healthy when I was working with it earlier. I've seen some people with dry, gross hair here, so that was a total breath of fresh air! You looked good in everything I picked out for you - not everyone does. You're easy to get along with, too!

[IS THAT ENOUGH he looks like he's preparing to continue...]

Mmhm. He's grown a lot, y'know? It's reeeally impressive.

[Granted, Kashuu could probably sing Haru's praises even if he was an unimpressive saniwa just because he's incredibly attached... But Haru's objectively good at what he does, so he doesn't think there's anything wrong with pointing that out.

But no, not the disappointment...!]

I guess? I dunno. A bunch of other things broke that day too, and those ones weren't my fault. [JUST SO THEY'RE CLEAR. As far as technology goes, though...] Maaaybe. If it doesn't have to do with stuff in the kitchen, at least.

[Let's seeeee there aren't any matching colors over here...or over here......oh wait!! He quickly plugs the yellow wire into a yellow slot and....ah....why are there three red ones......he's hesitating over here.]

It seems there are...a good number of repeating colors.

.....Like winning a battle?

[Is the protag fighting a metaphorical swordfight. Is that what's going on here.

...Gosh this chocolate is tasty.]

[As someone who also had a complicated relationship with some of her own kind back in the day, she would say it's possible. It's a long process, but they are swords. They have a lot of time to figure that out. She took her time too.]

Goodness, I am relieved that he did. Especially when you say... [That he is unsure?!] A-ah. Either way, I see that he managed to rescue strong swords, those enemies who captured you and Urashima must've been formidable. [LITTLE DO YOU KNOW, VIETNAM.

She now listens to his gripping tale of Hachitsuka and his creator, a smith who Nagasone shared his name with. She's understood now that the names they bear sometimes aren't original names, but ones they inherited from their creators. Nagasone must be like that too.]

Hachitsuka did leave a hard life, having to prove himself. [Having others not believe him. Though it is not the fault of the other fake swords, they did not wish to be like that either.

Vietnam freezes though.] Are you implying that you are a fake Kotetsu?

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[SHE MIGHT BE HYPOTHETICALLY FROTHING AT THE MOUTH AGAIN. Not actually frothing, but she feels like it.

W-why is there so much. Kashuu, where are you grabbing these from. WHERE.]

Y-you believe this? [He's not wrong, she really does try to do all of what he has noticed, but she doesn't think it's enough! How he described her physically though. Goodbye world.]

[Firm nod as she prepares to take up a piece of chocolate herself!]

Yes, exactly that! Just like winning a battle. A long one, since it is not a battle where you can just flight using physical strength.

[Although the heroine is strong too but that's a different thing to talk about.]

[Bye, Vietnam... he didn't mean to destroy you......]

Duh! I wouldn't say it if I didn't believe it.

[One of the upsides (???) of being painfully honest! Even if he goes overboard with the compliments sometimes, it's not like he's ever pulling anything out of a hat. Even if that's where Vietnam thinks these are coming from, gosh...]

[ Kousetsu looks back at Jack with his own inquisitive look. The snowflake makes him back away some but not entirely. He blinks when it hits his nose and the strangest sensation rises up from his stomach. Kousetsu will actually smile then, a big bright genuine smile, that not many people will have had the luxury to see. ]

...this feeling is, fun? [ He might actually laugh then too. ] It is an interesting feeling.

[ Kousetsu will come in eventually. He doesn't immediately go to Vietnam but instead he prepares snacks and tea like a good dutiful sword should. Finally he comes over with a tray of snacks and tea. ]

Vietnam-san are those...movies?

[Kousetsu is in for a spring awakening alright. And while she was hoping that he would settle down so that she could go prepare some food for him, it turns out he already did it.]

Yes, have you watched many, Kousetsu?

Nope, but lots of elves and yetis. [A nod.] He's 6'1 and knows tai-chi.

[Vietnam is so cute in her innocence, it makes Jack almost feel bad for this. The key word here being almost.]

Exactly! Don't you want them to join us?

[Nodding...slowly.....]

A physical fight seems like it would be much easier...though I suppose it might be different for a human.

[ He stares for a second, before shaking his head. ]

...no I have not. But I have learned that there are many different types of them. [ Genres they were called, right? Yes. ]

What is the type we are watching tonight, Vietnam-san?

...yes. It is refreshing to see all the unique stories that occur within these games. [ He finds many things here interesting in their own unique ways. But he listens as she tells him of those two games. ]

...I see. I would like to try them sometime. If they are able to be acquired here.

[ There was that slow nod to the truth. It wasn't something he hid. There was no point in something like that. He had steeled himself from caring too much about it, but even he couldn't be fully absolved of being self-conscious. ]

Kondou believed me to be authentic and named me like this. The truth is I'm not. I'm a fake made by Minamoto Kiyomaro, a smith of the time.

I'm not a Kotetsu by birth, but I make up for that in battle. [ It was a very determined musing in his voice. No one could deny his battle prowess. He trained and honed and drove himself. He was a Kotetsu as any other would be. ]

So if you ever meet him and he claims to not be related to me, he's not essentially wrong.

He has, but you know our way, Kashuu.

[ Or his way, at least. He knew Kashuu would be always in the saniwa's corner. Kashuu was kind and needy like that. It wasn't something Nagasone faulted him for. ]

Not with the kitchen, huh? Then how would you feed yourself? [ He mused, stroking his chin stubble. Sometimes it was amazing he was the younger of the two. The acknowledgement made him seem like a tryhard teenager who's peach fuzz was the best he could grow.]

...that is. [ Not entirely what he expected from this endeavor. His frown deepens as he goes to look behind the tv as well. ]

It is best to try them individually to see which one works.

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