[ At first glance, one would never consider Mikazuki to be such a powerful sword. The way he carries himself though, how elegant each movement and breath became, would only lead one to wonder if a simple touch could shatter the man in two. Yet he never had the desire to prove someone wrong- in fact, the sword was as carefree as they could possibly come. His worth and strength were to be shown on the battlefield, and nothing more.

However today was a very different kind of battlefield, and a fight that he himself certainly could not win alone.

Mikazuki warmly welcomes the fox into his presence, signaling no sign of discomfort when he reaches for his hands. Ah yes, Kogitsunemaru was much larger than himself, and the way his hands quickly swam over his own allowed a look of fondness only he himself could see. To think that even these hands could be so gentle... the hands which grip so tightly to a sword.

He's still chuckling though, allowing himself to become fully submissive as the sword could feel his fingers begin to move on their own. Slowly but surely the riceball in his hands begins to take on a proper form, but there was still something about Mikazuki's hand movements that were slow- almost hesitant in the matter.

Was he stalling?

Or perhaps he was simply lost in the moment, his mind clouded with thoughts far greater than the molding of his meal. So instead of saying anything, the sword will just smile. He feels so peaceful at this moment, content, and even with the destruction of the kitchen around him, Mikazuki is able to find himself laughing as he had always done before. ]

Knowing that you have put it in terms I may understand, this does not seem to be as daunting of a task. [ he pauses only briefly, gently allowing a few of his fingers to brush over Kogitsunemaru's ] You are a fine teacher.