agleam | pc catchall for tsurumaru.

...I'm really glad I got the chance to meet you, too. Everyone here is really important to me, but - you and Mikazuki especially. I really care about both of you.

[also give me a memory!!!]

[ ah... he looks, very touched. and he opens his mouth to say something, but more stardust appears.

You are a sword. A beautiful sword, one forged by a smith with incredible skill. You will be known for centuries for your beauty and craftsmanship, but right now, you are simply a sword in the hands a member of the Adachi clan, a proud family with years of history behind them. While the Hōjō clan had been destroying their rival clans, they have left the Adachi alone due to their loyalty.

Until, one day, they don't.

The massacre only lasts a few hours. Hōjō Sadatoki, the fourteen year old regent of the shogun, kills your master. You are a sword, but you can do nothing to protect him. Instead you fall to the ground, along with his body, and you simply stay there as the last remains of the Adachi are wiped out for no reason other than unprovoked paranoia and a desire for power.

Later, you have been buried with your dead master. While a sword's existence is meant to remain on a battlefield, this quiet home is not one you are against. You may be at peace now, as your master begins to rot away, but at the very least you will remain at his side for the rest of history. After all, isn't a sword meant to always be in arm's reach?

You have been dug out from the grave. Sadatoki, the very boy who killed your master, had fallen in love with you on the battlefield. He located where you were buried and, while ignoring his sin, he wraps his hand around your hilt and pulls you back into the daylight. You have a new master now.

The Hōjō clan later on meets its demise. You are passed on, and put to rest, and stolen, in a cycle that seems never ending. After all, the Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a beautiful and well crafted sword, so who wouldn't want to have it in their grasp? ]

[...ah. these never really get any easier.

after a long moment:]

...I'm so sorry that happened.

[all of it, but - the idea of being taken again and again without any say or input, removed when he might have wanted to stay.]