[ Muramasa likes to think he's too well grounded and too used to the fantastic to really be awestruck anymore. He's met gods in human vessels and machine divinities. He's fought against the last dragon on the planet. Two divine spirits are a part of his core, tempering his edge to the point he can cut down a titan with a single swing. He's worked the forge at the heart of the planet, at the very center of paradise — how many mortal swordsmiths can say that?
But something in Tsurumaru's eyes has caught his attention. It's like looking down the plane of a freshly sharpened blade, following the steel to the apex of the edge where metal becomes air — and he can't bring himself to look away. Like the way Tsurumaru's hands carried the anticipation of movement of a flying bird, his eyes have a sharpness to them that some smiths can only dream of. He just can't help but stare back.
It's almost embarrassing, being perceived for who he is without admitting it himself. All this fellow did was listen, and look at his steel. ]
Ah, yeah. But I made this one for me, so I never signed her.
[ Human spirits with swords that represent them are one thing. A sword that walks as a spirit, taking on the characteristic of a human... that's... that's different. ]
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But something in Tsurumaru's eyes has caught his attention. It's like looking down the plane of a freshly sharpened blade, following the steel to the apex of the edge where metal becomes air — and he can't bring himself to look away. Like the way Tsurumaru's hands carried the anticipation of movement of a flying bird, his eyes have a sharpness to them that some smiths can only dream of. He just can't help but stare back.
It's almost embarrassing, being perceived for who he is without admitting it himself. All this fellow did was listen, and look at his steel. ]
Ah, yeah. But I made this one for me, so I never signed her.
[ Human spirits with swords that represent them are one thing. A sword that walks as a spirit, taking on the characteristic of a human... that's... that's different. ]
... You know one of my blades?