[ the dragon's been sleeping for what seemed to be a century. perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it had been forced to rest for a century, and a century was perhaps nothing more than a couple of days--maybe a week. he lost track of things when the days seemed so long, and his only comfort was that he'd managed to win the battle in exchange for some panic and a couple of lectures. kojuro always gave some good ones--they always made masamune think and feel something other than immense pride, even if that was the majority of what he felt, most of the time.
for once, though, masamune felt the slightest bit of something between guilt and actually feeling... well, something not guilt. the men of the army were quick to worry but also quick to celebrate, and that was how it was, most of the time; kojuro injected the logic and maturity, but there was an addition of something in recent days that made him think of things a bit more than kojuro had. rather, think of different things.
... she had changed his bandages and cared for him, and though he hadn't caught sight of anything past that it seemed to hit him in a rather awkward way. and she was now in his way quite physically: right in the middle of his path from his room to the front field. the swords at his waist seemed rather heavy, at this point. ]
. . . Yo, Shijou. [ he says this slowly, right after staring at the bucket of water and her face for a couple of seconds. ] Need something?
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for once, though, masamune felt the slightest bit of something between guilt and actually feeling... well, something not guilt. the men of the army were quick to worry but also quick to celebrate, and that was how it was, most of the time; kojuro injected the logic and maturity, but there was an addition of something in recent days that made him think of things a bit more than kojuro had. rather, think of different things.
... she had changed his bandages and cared for him, and though he hadn't caught sight of anything past that it seemed to hit him in a rather awkward way. and she was now in his way quite physically: right in the middle of his path from his room to the front field. the swords at his waist seemed rather heavy, at this point. ]
. . . Yo, Shijou. [ he says this slowly, right after staring at the bucket of water and her face for a couple of seconds. ] Need something?