(When he touches it, he'll feel a warmth settle over his shoulders, like someone wrapping a robe around him, as loving as it is safe. When he holds this sword, he may feel something bubble inside his chest: a boyish excitement mixed with a warrior's pride. This sword is undeniably his to keep with him.
Footsteps thump against the wooden floor and the door slides open. A maid lets out what sounds like an endearingly tired sigh and bows,)
"Pardon the intrusion, Lord Adachi has asked for your presence before he leaves..."
(When the servant looks up again, her eyes flit from the sword in his hands to his face. She raises a brow but says nothing. While she keeps her face as perfectly respectful as possible, it's clear she's amused.)
This way, Master Sadayasu.
(She steps to the side, giving him plenty of space to step out. It's clear that this is his cue to leave.
Will he take the sword with him or leave it behind?)
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Footsteps thump against the wooden floor and the door slides open. A maid lets out what sounds like an endearingly tired sigh and bows,)
"Pardon the intrusion, Lord Adachi has asked for your presence before he leaves..."
(When the servant looks up again, her eyes flit from the sword in his hands to his face. She raises a brow but says nothing. While she keeps her face as perfectly respectful as possible, it's clear she's amused.)
This way, Master Sadayasu.
(She steps to the side, giving him plenty of space to step out. It's clear that this is his cue to leave.
Will he take the sword with him or leave it behind?)