[ it would surprise anyone to know that yamato no kami yasusada, terrifying sword on the battlefield and reigning king of ass-kicking at the citadel dojo, can't catch lobbed objects flung at him on a daily basis. it's not for a lack of trying -- see, his hands were up in a vague gesture of defence or some sort -- but it just seems that outside of the battle and training context, he has no natural defenses against flung objects.
therefore, haru is treated to the amusing montage of yasusada getting beaned in the head by a book, sitting down roughly like a ragdoll with a most perplexed look on his face.
still, he's not a sword for nothing, and recovers admirably quickly. dutifully, he picks up the book, dusts it off, and walks up to the base of the tree to look up at the sage he calls master. even as he reaches up with his free hand to rub at the quickly-reddening lump on his forehead, his good cheer is unabated -- though notably, he makes no move to hand the book back up to haru. instead: ]
So this is the book you've been reading, Haru-sama. [ he personally has never had any interest in books, but he's seen the sage with this book for quite some time now, and it makes him curious. ] Is it that interesting?
obsessive love, clearly
therefore, haru is treated to the amusing montage of yasusada getting beaned in the head by a book, sitting down roughly like a ragdoll with a most perplexed look on his face.
still, he's not a sword for nothing, and recovers admirably quickly. dutifully, he picks up the book, dusts it off, and walks up to the base of the tree to look up at the sage he calls master. even as he reaches up with his free hand to rub at the quickly-reddening lump on his forehead, his good cheer is unabated -- though notably, he makes no move to hand the book back up to haru. instead: ]
So this is the book you've been reading, Haru-sama. [ he personally has never had any interest in books, but he's seen the sage with this book for quite some time now, and it makes him curious. ] Is it that interesting?