saniwa!tsuru

[cranelike]

(At a certain citadel somewhere in Japan, there is a certain saniwa. For as long as he could remember, he was raised and trained to be a saniwa who would some day care for his own sword army. Cool, calm, and always composed, he held a lot of promise as someone who could help to lead an army to victory... if he didn't have such a troublesome streak!

He's never really known his True Name and only know the name he was given to protect him from being spirited away (whether by his own spirits or others). Named after the crane, he's very fond of his name-- Tsuru. The story was similar to a certain sword...)

✧ summoning
✧ repairs
✧ daily life
✧ insomnia
✧ citadel attacks
✧ ETC

Open post for an alternate universe where Tsuru is the saniwa! Leaving some details vague... does he remember being Tsurumaru? Is his face always behind a veil so his swords don't really know who he is? It's a mystery and we do what we want.

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[tsukijiji]

[Even his mannerism is so similar to Tsurumaru Kuninaga's that it's almost frightening. It makes Mikazuki want to reach out and ruffle the white hair, just so he gets the indignant, fluffing up reaction he knows he is going to get.

It's a good thing he is wearing gloves so the white-knuckled grip he has on his cup is not immediately visible. ]

You will summon and find many others, Aruji. Soon, it won't be so quiet in here.

[Once someone gets wind of him having summoned Mikazuki, they'll probably ask him to try it more to see if his luck holds out, after all. And now that there are three of them, missions and expeditions become possible.

Mikazuki blinks at the hand extended to him, but after a moment of hesitation, he takes it, groaning a little exaggeratedly as he gets to his feet.]

Lead the way, Aruji.

[Okay, so maybe not the most respectful way to address your master, but this master doesn't seem like he stands much on ceremony.]

[cranelike]

(Once they hear, they'll surely want to see how far his luck will go. It won't be long until Mikazuki is surrounded with other familiar faces but until then, it's just the four of them.

He laughs lightly at Mikazuki's groan and gives his hand a friendly squeeze,)

Are you really an old man? (He isn't convinced. Sure, the spirits he's working with are old but are they really so old they have to creak and moan just from getting up? Regardless, he'll humor this old man and be his guide.

He's light and quick on his feet, leading him excitedly down the outside patio, following along the garden until they come to a certain room that will surely offer it's inhabitant a beautiful view.

The room itself is mostly empty with only a few pieces of furniture and some bedding folded in the corner but it's easy to imagine the place being fixed up to preference in time,)

What do you think?

(He glances down the corridor and points,)

My room is over there.

(The corner room which is in a quieter spot.)

[tsukijiji]

I am. I was made more than a thousand years ago, Aruji. I have been in this world for... a very long time.

[Sword spirits do vary in appearances, even tough most of them do tend to skew young. Of course, Mikazuki's body is in perfect working order, his steel as shining as if it was brand new... but he's spent his whole life playing this up, so why would he stop now, even for a curiously familiar new master?

Especially for a curiously familiar new master.

The room is sparsely decorated, but it's just fine for its purposes. With an extra bamboo blind in front of the doors that open to the garden and a dais to cover the bedding, it will feel just like home.

He notes how close he is to his new master's room and nods. It'll be easier to protect him should anything happen.]

Thank you, Aruji. Shall I int toroduce myself my sempai, then?

[Surely he needs to greet the starter sword and tantou.]