[ Rather than bothering responding to the message itself, Muramasa sets out immediately at the prospect of maybe a job that suits his tastes, rather than rote patrol work and minor kaiju elimination.
(The mostly abandoned areas of Kyoto are far more peaceful than the hustle and bustle of the convention that's taken up what feels like so much time this month. He's almost sad to see it start to collect new inhabitants, but it's just as wrong for Kyoto of all places to be as empty as this. So he won't complain, either.)
Ascending the stairs to the old shrine with the jacket from his civilian disguise stuffed under one arm, Muramasa comes to stand in front of Tsurumaru; he spares the cat disappearing off into the brush nary a second glance. ]
You the one who's looking for a swordsmith?
[ He may only have his hammer on hand, but he can spare the magical energy to supplement his materials if he's gotta, surely. ]
action.
(The mostly abandoned areas of Kyoto are far more peaceful than the hustle and bustle of the convention that's taken up what feels like so much time this month. He's almost sad to see it start to collect new inhabitants, but it's just as wrong for Kyoto of all places to be as empty as this. So he won't complain, either.)
Ascending the stairs to the old shrine with the jacket from his civilian disguise stuffed under one arm, Muramasa comes to stand in front of Tsurumaru; he spares the cat disappearing off into the brush nary a second glance. ]
You the one who's looking for a swordsmith?
[ He may only have his hammer on hand, but he can spare the magical energy to supplement his materials if he's gotta, surely. ]