[mitsunari can't tell the difference. as far as he knows, it's his sword, the one that was destroyed in that last awful battle, left to rust and be trampled in the dirt - here now, whole and perfect, and as he takes it his hands are shaking.
for a few moments he just runs his hands across it, pulling the blade partway from the sheathe to check the blade. it's as if it was never in that last fight. there's no nicks on the blade that weren't there before. it isn't filthy with blood and mud. the weapon of his lord's will is in his hands again.
there's no explanation, but for now he doesn't ask for one. he sheathes it again, slips off the seat to his knees at hades' side and bows his head, gripping the sword like a lifeline.]
Thank you. [his voice is trembling, as is the rest of him. if hades intended to secure mitsunari's loyalty, this one act probably did the trick.]
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for a few moments he just runs his hands across it, pulling the blade partway from the sheathe to check the blade. it's as if it was never in that last fight. there's no nicks on the blade that weren't there before. it isn't filthy with blood and mud. the weapon of his lord's will is in his hands again.
there's no explanation, but for now he doesn't ask for one. he sheathes it again, slips off the seat to his knees at hades' side and bows his head, gripping the sword like a lifeline.]
Thank you. [his voice is trembling, as is the rest of him. if hades intended to secure mitsunari's loyalty, this one act probably did the trick.]