voicetesting

[unwieldable]

a

[ After everything Yamato has experienced, he hasn't expected to be given a new vessel. Or rather, not a new vessel but a new shape, something only tangible to other swords or the saniwa sages. Stepping out of the forge with his own two feet, carrying his metal vessel with him is a new experience and Yamato lifts a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. So many things he didn't have to concern himself with before because it didn't matter to him or didn't affect him like this.

It's going to take some getting used to.

The area around him is vast and despite Ishikirimaru's and the saniwa's explanations and directions, Yamato knows he's going to get lost once or twice. But who doesn't get lost once in a while?

Better to get started early on the getting lost part so he'll find his way around sooner rather than later.

Getting to the main housing area is easy enough, it's when Yamato has to find his bedroom is when he encounters the first problem. Everything, aside from some very obvious rooms, looks the same. There is nothing to indicate which room belongs to whom. Some are clearly inhabitated, scattered items or personal belongings decorating the rooms. Others are completely bare.

It's a little difficult to tell which room is his.

Best ask someone. And someone seems to be coming towards him. Time to smile and look friendly. ]

Excuse me, do you have a moment?

b

[ It's practically a given that there is no rest for the wicked. Or in the case of the swords, there are few days where they can rest. Either on expeditions or attending to internal affairs, every day is a day where the swords are being kept busy. Yamato prefers it that way. At least he can something to busy himself with.

What Yamato doesn't prefer is being assigned to the horses. There is something about them which makes him want to be elsewhere. Fighting something, preferably. Today, however, it's horses and Yamato is watching them from the safe side of the fence.

One of the horses is staring at him in return.

Every time he moves, those weird, beady eyes follow him. He's trying to be nonchalant about it and trying to get his work done as soon as possible but being watched this closely is a little unnerving.

And there is only so much staring Yamato can take. After a while, he puts the shovel down and stares right back.

Is... this going to turn into a contest? Someone interrupt, please. ]

c

[ A battle is a battle is a battle. No matter how you turn and twist it, a battle is dangerous, even for the highly skilled and strong. There is always a moment where they can slip up, a wrong step or something behind them which they didn't anticipate. A sudden enemy movement, a rush or an ambush. Everything is very much possible and it keeps them on their toes.

Being vigilant can only do so much.

It's why Yamato's arm is throbbing rather painfully as the group returns from the front lines. It's nothing really worth talking about, just a gash and it has already stopped bleeding. It's the mark on his vessel which is causing the pain, a sharp reminder that he should have paid more attention to what was going on.

They may be swords but they aren't unbreakable. In some ways, they're just as vulnerable as humans.

When the Citadel comes into view, Yamato breathes a quiet sigh of relief. Though perhaps he should let the sting remain a little longer. As reminder. ]

freefall

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