[kami-con] Meeting the two swordsmiths
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Moving past the curtains, Shiromizu blinked in curiosity and tilted her head, "An izakaya? That's where we're meeting them?"
Hands in her jeans pockets, Jin gave a shrug, "Guess so, though I am not too surprised." At the look, the older Mizuchi pointed into the izakaya and Shiromizu blinked at the amount of Kami there drinking and eating, "Places like this are pretty popular."
Just taking it in, the younger Kami blinked, "Huh..."
Gently, Jin guided her through the establishment after a quick word with one of the hostesses. As they made their way, Shiromizu blinked at one booth. Mainly because in it was what looked like a young woman who had a permanent blush on her face. Somehow, Shiromizu was able to tell that she was a Kami of a place... But it was her companions beside and across from her. One was a cat, who she knew was possessed by a Kami of bad luck, and there were also a small woman with butterfly wings, a deer, and a boar.
Not that she had much time to comprehend what she was seeing as Jin shuffled her on past. A few seconds later though they reached another booth and her Senpai bowed to the woman seated there who Shiromizu also did as she realized that it was Shinanogawa. Oddly enough, for some odd reason she actually looked like the Aircraft Carrier that the young Mizuchi had as a friend. Lightly laughing, the higher ranked Mizuchi waved them off, "Relax, you two. Anyways, Shiromizu-San? I want you to meet Muramasa and Masamune, both of whom want to meet you."
Pulling a beer away from his mouth, one of the two men let out a sigh, "So, you're the one who knows my blades, including Juuchi, eh?"
Beside him, another man merely closed his eyes, "Please do not embarrass us both, Muramasa-San. Again."
Head whipping around, Muramasa gave him a glare, "What did you just say to me?"
Waving a hand in the air, Masamune sighed, "I am hoping to get through this without embarrassment to us both, though mostly you." Simply ignoring the glare, he turned to Shiromizu and gave a smile, "As a note, I would be careful around Muramasa-San, Lady Shiromizu. He has a habit of leaving others to pick up the bill for his meals by cutting and running."
Eyebrow twitching, the other swordsmith glared at him as he clenched a hand into a fist, "Why you..."
The expression on Masamune's face was blank as he turned to his fellow smith, and his tone flat, "I don't hear you denying it." Then he turned away with a sigh, "Hopefully, we won't get any strange new combinations of food while here."
Muramasa scoffed at that, "You call it strange, I call it creating something better then the sum of its parts! Creating new combinations, testing, that is the way to go."
A frown on his face, Masamune narrowed his eyes, "And yet, you failed many times."
Pointing a finger at his fellow swordmaker, Muramasa growled, "One cannot get better at something without experimenting! Staying with one thing is the death of innovation! Of growth!"
In reply, Masamune brought down his own hand and frowned, "No, the mark of a true master is perfecting one method until it is exquisite. Experimenting constantly and not staying with one form does not allow for one to master every bit until it is pure perfection!"
Hand coming down in a slap, the maker of the Demon Blades, snarled, "You are just jealous of my talent, you old has been! Always has been, always will be."
Arms crossed, Masamune scoffed, "Yes, like I could be jealous of someone who decided to try soy sauce with hot peppers on vanilla ice cream. Just to attempt it!'
Jerking back, Muramasa's mouth dropped before he grumbled, "That was a failure... one that wounded me deeply. Yet, all you ever do is have strawberry sundaes! Never branching out to other forms, even ones that use other fruits such as blueberry!"
Eyes closed, the other swordsmith huffed a bit, "One does not mess with perfection, Muramasa-San. It is much the same for making swords."
From where she was sitting, Shiromizu blinked in utter befuddlement as the two men argued about food combinations. "Uh..."
Snapping open a fan in front of her, Shinanogawa giggled some, "My, how lively those two are~"
Moments later, both turned to the youngest Mizuchi, "What say you, Lady Shiromizu?"
Put onto the spot, Shiromizu cleared her throat and glanced around, "Well, I... like trying new foods? B-but if I am making something, I might experiment a little? Such as white chocolate in something instead of milk chocolate?"
Both swordsmiths crossed their arms and looked at each other with Muramasa frowning, "Interesting..."
Humming, Masamune gave a nod of his own, "Yes, very interesting." He then gave a smile and shifted a bit, "That said, we wished to speak to you, Lady Shiromizu. About our blades we have made and get some word about them."
Just blinking, the young Mizuchi cleared her throat, "Um, why not Senpai...?"
A sound made her turn and see Jin pulling a bottle of beer away from her mouth and letting out a small belch, "Not a clue. For some reason they don't trust me about what I say in regards to the Butter Knives and shit."
Slowly, Shiromizu turned away, "Ah, never mind." Ignoring the odd look she got from Jin, she continued, "Anyways... what do you wish... to... know...?"
The reason she trailed off was due to both swordsmiths leaning in close, which made her lean back, "Everything."
Nervously chuckling, Shiromizu gave a small nod, "U-um, sure... hehehe?" An hour later found the Mizuchi chewing on some karaage, "So Juuchi has basically found she loves blood oranges and annoying Honjo. And Honjo likes apples and bothering Juuchi... though both agree that Tsukiakari is a cinnamon bun kouhai."
His eyes closed, Muramasa nodded seriously, "And of course, it proves that my swordwork is far better. Not only are oranges superior to apples, but this Tsukiakari carries enchantments based upon my work."
Beside him, Masamune frowned and shook his head, "Ah, but Ian-San put his own spin on such things as well. Besides which, it is obvious that my daughter's child was not exposed for too long to your sword before meeting Honjo-Chan. Who obviously makes for a far better Kaa-San."
Eyes snapping open, Muramasa growled, "Bah! No, my Juuchi does! It is obvious who is the better guardian for my granddaughter! For this Tsukiakari can be no other!"
Masamune opened his own eyes and fixed his rival with a look, "I would ask that you do not speak of my daughter, or granddaughter in such a manner. Claiming something that is not yours..."
Slapping his hand down, the flushed and somewhat drunk Muramasa scoffed, "Your Honjo was only picked up because my Juuchi inspired Charlus to do so! Without my daughter, your blade would be either rusting or melted down for scrap!"
That made the older swordsmith rise to his feet, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, "And I am thankful to the Potters for what they have done, make no mistake. But they allowed for my daughter to find my granddaughter as well! And it is also obvious that they wanted a superior blade."
Also standing, Muramasa glared at him, "Let us take this outside then!" Turning, he gave a small bow to Shiromizu, "Thank you, Lady Shiromizu for telling us about our blades that you know. Though I wish that I could see them to tell where I had failed to improve upon them, what you have told me has helped."
Moments later, the two walked out of the izakaya. Several minutes later, Shinanogawa sighed as she finished off another drink, a small pile of bottles next to her as well as dishes of food, "Now that was interesting, was it not, Jin-San?"
With a shrug, Jin took some of the last food on one of the plates before taking a swig of alcohol, "Yeah, sure."
Standing, Shinanogawa hummed before placing a hand on Shiromizu's shoulder, "I think that we should freshen up some."
When Jin waved her off, she guided the younger Mizuchi along. Much to Shiromizu's confusion though, the older Mizuchi spoke to one of the hostesses who nodded and walked off. Then, Shinanogawa guided her outside, "Um, Lady Shinanogawa? Why are we...?"
A giggle escaped the more powerful dragon as she leaned in, "Oh, do not mind me. Now then, I wish to speak with you some more..." With a wave of her hand, both hers and Shiromizu's attendants walked over, "As to Jin-San, she so graciously offered to pay our bills. Why, she had me pay hers back in 1674 I believe the date was when she drained several barrels of fine sake and ate nearly a farm's worth of food... She is just repaying me, now let us be off..."
Unsurely chuckling, Shiromizu felt sweat on her neck at that, 'Wow... guess that Mizuchi can hold grudges a long time... Sorry, Senpai, I can't help.'
Moving past the curtains, Shiromizu blinked in curiosity and tilted her head, "An izakaya? That's where we're meeting them?"
Hands in her jeans pockets, Jin gave a shrug, "Guess so, though I am not too surprised." At the look, the older Mizuchi pointed into the izakaya and Shiromizu blinked at the amount of Kami there drinking and eating, "Places like this are pretty popular."
Just taking it in, the younger Kami blinked, "Huh..."
Gently, Jin guided her through the establishment after a quick word with one of the hostesses. As they made their way, Shiromizu blinked at one booth. Mainly because in it was what looked like a young woman who had a permanent blush on her face. Somehow, Shiromizu was able to tell that she was a Kami of a place... But it was her companions beside and across from her. One was a cat, who she knew was possessed by a Kami of bad luck, and there were also a small woman with butterfly wings, a deer, and a boar.
Not that she had much time to comprehend what she was seeing as Jin shuffled her on past. A few seconds later though they reached another booth and her Senpai bowed to the woman seated there who Shiromizu also did as she realized that it was Shinanogawa. Oddly enough, for some odd reason she actually looked like the Aircraft Carrier that the young Mizuchi had as a friend. Lightly laughing, the higher ranked Mizuchi waved them off, "Relax, you two. Anyways, Shiromizu-San? I want you to meet Muramasa and Masamune, both of whom want to meet you."
Pulling a beer away from his mouth, one of the two men let out a sigh, "So, you're the one who knows my blades, including Juuchi, eh?"
Beside him, another man merely closed his eyes, "Please do not embarrass us both, Muramasa-San. Again."
Head whipping around, Muramasa gave him a glare, "What did you just say to me?"
Waving a hand in the air, Masamune sighed, "I am hoping to get through this without embarrassment to us both, though mostly you." Simply ignoring the glare, he turned to Shiromizu and gave a smile, "As a note, I would be careful around Muramasa-San, Lady Shiromizu. He has a habit of leaving others to pick up the bill for his meals by cutting and running."
Eyebrow twitching, the other swordsmith glared at him as he clenched a hand into a fist, "Why you..."
The expression on Masamune's face was blank as he turned to his fellow smith, and his tone flat, "I don't hear you denying it." Then he turned away with a sigh, "Hopefully, we won't get any strange new combinations of food while here."
Muramasa scoffed at that, "You call it strange, I call it creating something better then the sum of its parts! Creating new combinations, testing, that is the way to go."
A frown on his face, Masamune narrowed his eyes, "And yet, you failed many times."
Pointing a finger at his fellow swordmaker, Muramasa growled, "One cannot get better at something without experimenting! Staying with one thing is the death of innovation! Of growth!"
In reply, Masamune brought down his own hand and frowned, "No, the mark of a true master is perfecting one method until it is exquisite. Experimenting constantly and not staying with one form does not allow for one to master every bit until it is pure perfection!"
Hand coming down in a slap, the maker of the Demon Blades, snarled, "You are just jealous of my talent, you old has been! Always has been, always will be."
Arms crossed, Masamune scoffed, "Yes, like I could be jealous of someone who decided to try soy sauce with hot peppers on vanilla ice cream. Just to attempt it!'
Jerking back, Muramasa's mouth dropped before he grumbled, "That was a failure... one that wounded me deeply. Yet, all you ever do is have strawberry sundaes! Never branching out to other forms, even ones that use other fruits such as blueberry!"
Eyes closed, the other swordsmith huffed a bit, "One does not mess with perfection, Muramasa-San. It is much the same for making swords."
From where she was sitting, Shiromizu blinked in utter befuddlement as the two men argued about food combinations. "Uh..."
Snapping open a fan in front of her, Shinanogawa giggled some, "My, how lively those two are~"
Moments later, both turned to the youngest Mizuchi, "What say you, Lady Shiromizu?"
Put onto the spot, Shiromizu cleared her throat and glanced around, "Well, I... like trying new foods? B-but if I am making something, I might experiment a little? Such as white chocolate in something instead of milk chocolate?"
Both swordsmiths crossed their arms and looked at each other with Muramasa frowning, "Interesting..."
Humming, Masamune gave a nod of his own, "Yes, very interesting." He then gave a smile and shifted a bit, "That said, we wished to speak to you, Lady Shiromizu. About our blades we have made and get some word about them."
Just blinking, the young Mizuchi cleared her throat, "Um, why not Senpai...?"
A sound made her turn and see Jin pulling a bottle of beer away from her mouth and letting out a small belch, "Not a clue. For some reason they don't trust me about what I say in regards to the Butter Knives and shit."
Slowly, Shiromizu turned away, "Ah, never mind." Ignoring the odd look she got from Jin, she continued, "Anyways... what do you wish... to... know...?"
The reason she trailed off was due to both swordsmiths leaning in close, which made her lean back, "Everything."
Nervously chuckling, Shiromizu gave a small nod, "U-um, sure... hehehe?" An hour later found the Mizuchi chewing on some karaage, "So Juuchi has basically found she loves blood oranges and annoying Honjo. And Honjo likes apples and bothering Juuchi... though both agree that Tsukiakari is a cinnamon bun kouhai."
His eyes closed, Muramasa nodded seriously, "And of course, it proves that my swordwork is far better. Not only are oranges superior to apples, but this Tsukiakari carries enchantments based upon my work."
Beside him, Masamune frowned and shook his head, "Ah, but Ian-San put his own spin on such things as well. Besides which, it is obvious that my daughter's child was not exposed for too long to your sword before meeting Honjo-Chan. Who obviously makes for a far better Kaa-San."
Eyes snapping open, Muramasa growled, "Bah! No, my Juuchi does! It is obvious who is the better guardian for my granddaughter! For this Tsukiakari can be no other!"
Masamune opened his own eyes and fixed his rival with a look, "I would ask that you do not speak of my daughter, or granddaughter in such a manner. Claiming something that is not yours..."
Slapping his hand down, the flushed and somewhat drunk Muramasa scoffed, "Your Honjo was only picked up because my Juuchi inspired Charlus to do so! Without my daughter, your blade would be either rusting or melted down for scrap!"
That made the older swordsmith rise to his feet, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, "And I am thankful to the Potters for what they have done, make no mistake. But they allowed for my daughter to find my granddaughter as well! And it is also obvious that they wanted a superior blade."
Also standing, Muramasa glared at him, "Let us take this outside then!" Turning, he gave a small bow to Shiromizu, "Thank you, Lady Shiromizu for telling us about our blades that you know. Though I wish that I could see them to tell where I had failed to improve upon them, what you have told me has helped."
Moments later, the two walked out of the izakaya. Several minutes later, Shinanogawa sighed as she finished off another drink, a small pile of bottles next to her as well as dishes of food, "Now that was interesting, was it not, Jin-San?"
With a shrug, Jin took some of the last food on one of the plates before taking a swig of alcohol, "Yeah, sure."
Standing, Shinanogawa hummed before placing a hand on Shiromizu's shoulder, "I think that we should freshen up some."
When Jin waved her off, she guided the younger Mizuchi along. Much to Shiromizu's confusion though, the older Mizuchi spoke to one of the hostesses who nodded and walked off. Then, Shinanogawa guided her outside, "Um, Lady Shinanogawa? Why are we...?"
A giggle escaped the more powerful dragon as she leaned in, "Oh, do not mind me. Now then, I wish to speak with you some more..." With a wave of her hand, both hers and Shiromizu's attendants walked over, "As to Jin-San, she so graciously offered to pay our bills. Why, she had me pay hers back in 1674 I believe the date was when she drained several barrels of fine sake and ate nearly a farm's worth of food... She is just repaying me, now let us be off..."
Unsurely chuckling, Shiromizu felt sweat on her neck at that, 'Wow... guess that Mizuchi can hold grudges a long time... Sorry, Senpai, I can't help.'