[Sakyou's gaze remains averted even through the reassurance, though he doesn't pull his hand away or try to move away himself. Had this been any earlier, he would likely have avoided the subject entirely, but...
Well. Hiding things probably won't do anyone much good in the long run, here. So, with a sigh that doesn't really allow any of his tension to abate:]
A demon against anything. ...My sword - my actual sword, Hotarumaru - is the one that I used up until very recently. That is the sword entrusted to me by my father, and the one that has cut down every demon in my path. [HOO there's a big surge of guilt there, but he tamps down on it pretty quickly. Then, quietly and simply:] Muramasa is a demon blade that rivals the gods. It would fell anything that it desires to see dead.
[Which is everything! Demon swords are wild. Anyway that'll probably be good for whenever they come across whoever the fuck is responsible for this, at least(????)!]
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Well. Hiding things probably won't do anyone much good in the long run, here. So, with a sigh that doesn't really allow any of his tension to abate:]
A demon against anything. ...My sword - my actual sword, Hotarumaru - is the one that I used up until very recently. That is the sword entrusted to me by my father, and the one that has cut down every demon in my path. [HOO there's a big surge of guilt there, but he tamps down on it pretty quickly. Then, quietly and simply:] Muramasa is a demon blade that rivals the gods. It would fell anything that it desires to see dead.
[Which is everything! Demon swords are wild. Anyway that'll probably be good for whenever they come across whoever the fuck is responsible for this, at least(????)!]