[ Although Nameless and Mitsutada carried the same features, a few minutes' observation would immediately differentiate them. The younger one's gaze was sharper, his frigid expression a drastic contract to his older self's warmth and confidence. A sign of being branded by two different masters, a reminder of how much the swords' pasts defined them. ]
This...?
[ He answers. A start, at least - but he lowers his eyes for a moment, as if recalling. ]
I know fire. [ Not from being in it, of course. Nobunaga treasured him - them - too much. ]
The Master used it in strategy.
[ Does Mitsutada remember the siege of Mount Hiei? Flames painted the sky red that night. ]
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This...?
[ He answers. A start, at least - but he lowers his eyes for a moment, as if recalling. ]
I know fire. [ Not from being in it, of course. Nobunaga treasured him - them - too much. ]
The Master used it in strategy.
[ Does Mitsutada remember the siege of Mount Hiei? Flames painted the sky red that night. ]