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[The Citadel is huge, so it's a good thing they have all the time in the world to dick around.

--Well, no, they don't. But the point is, it's a free day. There will be absolutely no work done at all. Unless you want to or something. If you do, you're pretty weird.

The dojo is always open for sparring and practice. If there's any sparring errand you've slacked on, now's the chance to make up! The horse stables are also full of activity, whether the horses are being tended to or rode around-- be careful not to let them trample the fields, though, which is full of rice sprouts and budding cabbage. The lake in front of the saniwa(s)' room has tiny frogs jumping about, and you could catch them in the palm of your hand.

The kitchen is full of food, if you're volunteering to make lunch or have decided that meal time cannot possibly come any later and you simply must prepare something before you die from starvation. While there has been a considerable effort made to make the Citadel look as homely as possible to the swords which come from Japan's past, there's speckles of technology here and there.

The TV room is a good example, with a huge screen sitting on top of a few console systems. Don't break them, you'll only be getting this luxury once. Take turns and play nice. The swords may also find themselves tending the fields with water sprinklers and hoses instead of watering cans, for instance, or heating up some leftover pie in the fridge instead of making another one from scratch since there's technology to preserve food well over a week. The armory and smithy are definitely a little bit more modern than they'd be back in the past, though much is still made by hand-- nothing beats the fine work of a master. Perhaps you'll have a few new friends today, or you want to try creating a cute little soldier spirits to ~~die for you~~ accompany you in battle. Make sure they enter the orb completely, or else it'll turn brown and crack.

Or perhaps you're one of the unlucky swords still stuck in the repair room, sword body still being re-smelted and fixed. Hope the saniwa is good at making you all shiny. If you want to skip all that waiting, perhaps you can try to use a helper token... but they're all in the saniwa's room! Guess you've got to use that Camouflage stat...

But if you truly cannot bear with staying in the Citadel, the time device the saniwa(s) have isn't locked away. You can go on sorties or expeditions to fill your time with something productive.

Just a warning: don't change the past. You won't succeed.

...You could always try, though.]

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'Here to help clean up', more like he's already been inside for the past five minutes trying to find out where the smell was coming from. Cat poop stinks so badly that it's hard to tell where it emanated from.

The sneeze was about ten levels of uncool, so he quickly tries to cover it up by standing straight and leaning on the broom slightly.

"Yes. I brought the detergent, but the room's a mess."

Not to mention that the dust keeps getting in his nose.

He piles up the fallen boxes, stacking them up in a pile in another corner. Shifting aside the larger pre-existing boxes in the mess reveals another set of shelves hidden away from view, and an obvious brown pile on the floor causing the foul stench inside the storeroom in the first place. Thank goodness it was near a small window.

"Over here, could you help me a little?" He says in a hilariously nasal voice as he pinches his nose.

Unfortunately Shokudaikiri had to do the literal dirty work, Mikazuki had come empty-handed. If only he know what cleaning tools people used to clean rooms, and not just the uchikos, cloth and water that he was cleaned with.

Ah, so that's where the poop was. The stench emanating from the pile of poop was even more exquisite this time, mixed with a distinct acidic tang. Maybe he should go and see what the tantou's been feeding his cats.

Luckily, he can manage not to flinch without pinching his nose, but his expression scrunches up once he notices that Mikazuki isn't actually carrying anything.

"... did you just bring yourself?" Being too old to remember?

"Ah, yes. I'm not familiar with most tools myself." Mikazuki was being completely honest here, and his lack of knowledge shows in his lack of embarrassment. Not a single shred of knowledge.

"I can help you move boxes though, these old arms are still good for something."

Pampered as he was, his arms were deceptively sturdy.

The saniwa wanted to rearrange some of the contents of the storeroom, to see what they can keep and what they can throw away. Moving into the corner, some oddly-ornate chests are taken out from their resting spots. A few manage to catch his interest. Mikazuki pauses to examine them.

"Hrm?"

Well, that is to be expected for a jiji. Mitsutada knew how to do chores, mostly because his previous owner was good at it too. Like master, like sword. It was all inherited.

So he just sighs, going back to the entrance of the room to retrieve some scrap paper. Holding his breath, he scoops up the poop in one gesture and quickly wraps the turd in the paper, hopefully stopping the stench from getting worse.

As a result, it takes a while before he notices what Mikazuki was looking at, only registering it when he had disposed of the poop and come back.

"What's this?"

By now, Mikazuki had taken out most of the boxes in that alcove. The window is open to let fresh air flush out the stench, and he had moved fast to bring out most of them.

"I found plenty of interesting objects here, so I thought I would look through to see if there is anything fascinating."

He opens the lid of a lacquered box, and hands it over for Mitsutada to see.

"You might like this."

There is a helmet on a stand inside. A helmet with a crescent moon on the top front of it. How fitting for Mikazuki to find it, and how fitting for Mitsutada to be handed it.

As he comes in, his expression changes - surprise teetering on the precipice of shock, but he quickly reels it back in and attempts to compose himself. It isn't easy, finding something that belonged to his previous master - no, almost symbolized his previous master.

"This is..."

Masamune-sama...

"Why is it here, of all places?"

He's staring at it intently. Totally not crying, okay. A bit of the dust just got into his eye...!

"This is where our master stores the more interesting finds that are found, it seems. I guess we're lucky that we got to help clean up here, it seems."

When time and space was distorted with the changing of history, bits and pieces from other realities are occasionally washed up somewhere, sometime. These artifacts close to the existence of others, the saniwa protects them as treasures.

He sees Mitsutada tearing up. Ah, just as expected. He does miss his old master after all, its normal for him to do that. Well, it's rude to stare, so he looks through the other boxes.

He notices Mikazuki turn away, sparing a few seconds to try and think of something to say before crumpling up the notion and discarding it altogether. The helmet is polished, the crescent upon it gleaming bright gold and unscratched from a single battle -

- he abruptly slams the box lid down, gently, but the barely restrained force behind the gesture is evident by the double click of the clasp being twisted shut.

"... I think we should put it back."

"I see. Well, I'll leave it here then."

As expected. The attachment is still strong indeed. They have seen much, and most being passed through the hands of many masters, but the memories stay. From their memories come strong emotions.

So he places the box back in that alcove. Out of view normally, but now Mitsutada knows where to find it.

When he feels the need and want to soak in those memories.

"There's a lot more items here that need to be sorted out, could you help me?"

His posture relaxes once the box is taken out of his hands, his expression returning to its usual casual confidence. Though it quickly becomes thoughtful, as it seems that this jiji did forget something...

"Sure, but I need to clean this up first." This being the spot on the floor which had been up until five minutes ago occupied by tiger poop. "I'll be done soon, just a while."

A shame if the nostalgic smell of antiques was to be masked by the smell of...

He pinches his nose in disgust.

The whole shelf is a mystery, every box inside having a story.

"Thank you, Mitsutada. You're so thoughtful."

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yes good, enjoy sneezing ccp

'resources' discovered

useless resources you mean

not to namazuo

WOW????

surprise he found FEELS

WOW???!!?!?!?

HAHAHAHAHA

youre mean

yes i am now it can be your turn

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laughing