[ -What a strange feeling.

The moment their fingers linked together and the riceball was presented in its (slightly deformed) mold, a wave of emotions bubbled inside the older sword. Perhaps it was a sense a pride, accomplishment, and a general peace he felt knowing that the larger sword was right behind him to guide his way.

It was times like these, these simple yet peaceful moments, that Mikazuki had wished they would go on forever.

Yet like time, things kept moving forward and now the older sword was once again on his own, still holding out his work of art. (???) ]

I would be most honored if you were to take the first bite. After all, none of this would have been accomplished without your aid. [ He's holding the riceball out at this point. Palms still clasped together to hold the food in place, as he lifts it to the fox's mouth.

Someone this seems as though Kogitsunemaru had become the taste tester for the prince, in case it were to be poisonous. However, unlike those situations, it was the prince himself whom had made this potentially dangerous meal.

But just look at his smile. With a face like that, there's nothing to worry about, right?

... Right? ]