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★★★☆☆ week 2. sunday. ishikirimaru.
[ i spelled that right on my first try without even checking i am a fuckin legend
anyway. catch majima in the armory the morning after trial, doing stretches and warmups while waiting for a certain sword. he's so spry that hardly anyone would believe he'd been drinking himself into oblivion last night... what impressive metabolism he has.
even without turning around, he somehow knows when his sparring partner arrives. ]
So what'll it be today, Ishikiri-han?
[ . . . he's a respectful man, yes, but fuck you i'm not typing that whole thing out every time either. ]
anyway. catch majima in the armory the morning after trial, doing stretches and warmups while waiting for a certain sword. he's so spry that hardly anyone would believe he'd been drinking himself into oblivion last night... what impressive metabolism he has.
even without turning around, he somehow knows when his sparring partner arrives. ]
So what'll it be today, Ishikiri-han?
[ . . . he's a respectful man, yes, but fuck you i'm not typing that whole thing out every time either. ]
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Ah, that...
[he pauses in his work, thinking about how much he wants to say about this-- but eventually he decides that he may as well, after that fight. if majima is someone more like what he knows, he minds sharing a little less.]
It's a little less that I am in a human body, and more that this body is a manifestation of me-- how I would have looked if I were always human, I assume. Normally, I would still be able to feel through my blade, and this body would be injured if it were damaged.