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[kbcctv]

[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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it's like staring at the sun for too long

[uchinoke]

[ At least Mikazuki is not oblivious enough to misunderstand that he, in fact, was terrible at what he was doing now. Yet that shouldn't stop one from trying, yes? Everyone had a part here, and this old sword had not allowed himself to become the exception- not when all the swords here were also pulling along their weight.

What could be simpler than starting off with a meal? An easy one to prepare, he thought, yet as the process continued and the wreckage of the kitchen soon began to dawn upon him, the likelihood of making it out of here unscathed became a mere passing thought.

It was not until he heard a familiar voice that he had finally turned his attention from... whatever it was in his hands, to the albino beside him. Ah, now this was certainly a surprise to him. ]

Ah ha ha, is that so? It would seem that I am soon to take over your position as the mischievous one. [ His tone is nothing but playful, and a gracious smile erupts from the corners of of his lips when he speaks.

he was going to keep up the playful act though, quickly undermining the mess that had surrounded him- Mikazuki knew he had been caught, and from the looks of it Tsurumaru had unintentionally come to his aid. No that he didn't appreciate at the help. In fact, he was in dire need of it. Someone far more experienced in the kitchen would probably be better suited for this task.

But baby steps. Mikazuki was taking baby steps into this common lifestyle. ]

Cooking is not one of my strong points, I will admit. Though perhaps with a fair amount of practice- [ Laughing all the while as he says this, the older sword will quietly obey when he is asked to turn around.

He will allow the wipe off the rice from him, watching him with gaze full of admiration. ]

I apologize if I have caused you any trouble. [ But he does look like he means it? Maybe. Maybe not. ]

3bright5me wow

[crayne]

Aha, fighting me for the crown? I'll have you know, I've had far more practice in being insufferably fun. You wouldn't stand a chance. [ mikazuki's playful tone is echoed in tsurumaru's light-hearted one, every bit as amused as it is conspiratorial. there's quite a bit of rice to go through. it's amazing, after all, the sheer amount of rice that can find itself stuck to a single sword. he starts from up the older sword's elbows, brushing off bits of sticky rice at first, and then manoeuvring mikazuki's elbow over the sink so that he can just sweep the mess down the drain. to be honest, tsurumaru isn't very apt in taking care of others. he's never had the chance nor the inclination, being more of the sort who started the messes that others cleaned up after him, but-- well, there's a first for everything, and unlike cooking, just moving a towel methodically down mikazuki's arm doesn't take much experience to figure out.

as expected of him, he keeps up the chatter as he does so, light and airy. ]

This isn't trouble, by the way. [ hardly so. after all, who would know trouble better than he? a grin, sharp, as though exchanging a joke between old friends. ] Well, it's not real trouble unless at least three tantous cry. So really, don't worry about it.

[ wherein ichigo-kun can then be counted on to bust his ass, but that's neither here nor there. he notes the look of admiration out of the corner of his eyes. finds it bemusing and odd, and turns his face downward to hide from it as he wrings out his cloth. luckily, he notices the pile of half-made onigiris over on the tray next to the sink-- and stifles a small laugh. ] They're not even round.

[ i mean, onigiri aren't supposed to be round in the first place, but if a triangle can't be managed, then at least a circle would be easier to imagine than... the interesting assortment of odd shapes on that tray. ]

[uchinoke]

Perhaps you are correct. I shall work hard to be a worthy opponent, then. [ Will he actually do it, though? Who knows.

Throughout the entire cleaning process, Mikazuki remained mostly quiet. He allowed the other sword to wipe the rice away, and even have himself be lead over to the sink. Only the soft chuckles here and there gave any sort of life to that fact that he was responsive to anything Tsurumaru was doing right now.

Really, the two of them were both going out of their comfort zone on this one. "You learn something new everyday." was most certainly implied for this kitchen adventure. ]

No, I suppose they are not. [ He quickly admits, a smile on his face showing no signs of sarcastic ends or rudeness. He himself is aware of his lack of ability to cook, and while he also knows there are others much better suited for the job, here he was. Clearly this was not a task one would soon assign him on at any point any time in the near future. ] I was told this was a simple dish to prepare, yet even these hands cannot form a proper shape.

[ He makes an extra note by looking down at his hands and then to the tray on the counter. Yet that look was was only full of amusement- almost as if the older sword was proud of the word he had done. There was no need for shame in his eyes- he had made a milestone here! One he never thought he would even accomplish.

C'mon, you have to give him at least that. ]

[crayne]

[ oh dear, not self-deprecation. one of the few things that tsurumaru, in all of his manchild glory, won't stand in someone. one of the mysteries of mikazuki munechika, he figures, is that he manages to sound so un-troubled when he says so decidedly troubling words, one that could bring young tantous to tears trying to reassure him otherwise or the older swords to shame in their arrogance. true, the old man may be a bit of an oaf -- anyone can see that from the hilarity that is the aftermath of mikazuki's assault on the kitchen (tm) -- that's certainly no reason to discount his ability to form things with his hands.

especially since he's already trying.

still, he has to give it to mikazuki -- the pride in the lilt of the other sword's body language is certainly amusing, if not a little uplifting. well, well, the old man still has it in him yet. so yes, he'll give him that much as he wrings out the towel, at long last freeing the other sword from his rice bath, and chuckles. ]

Oh, I doubt it was your hands that brought about this warzone. The lack of water in your rice, perhaps, or maybe you needed a little more vinegar here and there. [ hanging up the towel, he surveys the kitchen with a quick sweep of his golden eyes, before he plants his hands on his hips and takes on a suitably mock-exasperated expression. ] Riceballs are very fickle, complex creatures, I'll have you know. Clearly you've made the grave error of underestimating them, old man, and now they've made you experience a sound defeat in your maiden sortie.

But I've seen you curbstomp-tank your way through enemy lines like some blue and gold war elephant, so I know you've got it in you. [ there's laughter in his eyes. ] Now that you've done the scouting work for us, you'll know better. Why don't we team up and give them a taste of their own medicine, hm?

Isn't this a great idea?