[Mikazuki falls silent again. The only sound comes from the rustle of fabric brushing against fresh tatami mats and the way the old building creaks around them, like it's been listening this whole time, pressing in with unsolicited opinions of its own.
What other moments like this has it been witness to? It may be strange to them, as swords, but really it's a feeling that's completely natural, one of the most familiar to humans. And even this trepidation, this uncertainly, that too stems from the hearts of mortals where all choices must be weighted carefully so as not to waste their exhaustible supply of seconds ever waning with their continued existence.
And here is Kanesada, sparing some for him. Mikazuki smiles at him.]
I can see he's not the only one. It's no wonder Horikawa thinks so highly of you.
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What other moments like this has it been witness to? It may be strange to them, as swords, but really it's a feeling that's completely natural, one of the most familiar to humans. And even this trepidation, this uncertainly, that too stems from the hearts of mortals where all choices must be weighted carefully so as not to waste their exhaustible supply of seconds ever waning with their continued existence.
And here is Kanesada, sparing some for him. Mikazuki smiles at him.]
I can see he's not the only one. It's no wonder Horikawa thinks so highly of you.