[ it's uncertain how yasusada manages to cross the encampment so quickly in the case of bug infestations across the citadel. one second, he could be all the way in the dojo, wiping the floor rigorously with people's asses, and the next, he'd already be in the baths, pinning a squirming centipede against the wall with the fury of a thousand burning suns. indeed, even in this case, he's somehow crossed time and space all the way from the repair room right into the saniwa's personal bedroom to shank a bug, flicking it out the door in distaste not three seconds later. nobody knows how he does it, least of all him-- but it's a conditioned reflex born from having lived with kashuu all his life, and in typical yasusada-like practicality, he doesn't question it.
instead, he drops to his knees next to his saniwa sage not a beat later as he sheathes his sword, concern written all over his face like a half-edited manuscript. ]
Are you alright, Koharu-sama? Did it hurt you?
[ does he have to go chase it into the afterlife to shank it again? this is a very legitimate concern for a sword who prides himself on being able to protect his master from anything that he can stab, and he pride to uphold, okay. ]
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instead, he drops to his knees next to his saniwa sage not a beat later as he sheathes his sword, concern written all over his face like a half-edited manuscript. ]
Are you alright, Koharu-sama? Did it hurt you?
[ does he have to go chase it into the afterlife to shank it again? this is a very legitimate concern for a sword who prides himself on being able to protect his master from anything that he can stab, and he pride to uphold, okay. ]