[SHE'S ONLY LIKE 20 YEARS OLDER THAN HIS FORGE DATE OKAY that's not too bad... Kashuu is also an old bean.
That said, he was kind of ready to FIGHT HER because she seems like the sort of punkass who'd have a lot to say about basically everything and being from that pariah of a class is definitely a huge target, so... it's actually a little surprising, hearing something so nice. Maybe Okuni's being a tsuntsun, but it is a nice thing to hear. He still remembers, you know? He still remembers when merchants would visit, how they would hold cloths over their mouths because they thought even breathing the air of their hinin village would taint them. He remembers the look on the faces of those who were interested in buying him up until they heard the name of his smith. Ah, Beggar Kiyomitsu, a talented swordsman but a man of the slums. He'd get famous for his fine craftsmanship someday, but Kashuu wouldn't be able to reap any benefits there.
He's quiet a little longer than he'd like, but ends up sheathing his blade again as he clears his throat. Being taken off-guard like that is a little embarrassing...]
My smith wasn't really known for making beautiful blades, but he said I was one of his best. [It's something that he should be crowing about, but he says it with a strange air of near-detachment instead.] So... thanks. That guy was a real weirdo, but he'd probably have been happy to hear it, too.
[Here she can smacktalk her hometown while he smacktalks his smith...]
IM MULTITALENTED watch as i destroy u in 2 places at once
That said, he was kind of ready to FIGHT HER because she seems like the sort of punkass who'd have a lot to say about basically everything and being from that pariah of a class is definitely a huge target, so... it's actually a little surprising, hearing something so nice. Maybe Okuni's being a tsuntsun, but it is a nice thing to hear. He still remembers, you know? He still remembers when merchants would visit, how they would hold cloths over their mouths because they thought even breathing the air of their hinin village would taint them. He remembers the look on the faces of those who were interested in buying him up until they heard the name of his smith. Ah, Beggar Kiyomitsu, a talented swordsman but a man of the slums. He'd get famous for his fine craftsmanship someday, but Kashuu wouldn't be able to reap any benefits there.
He's quiet a little longer than he'd like, but ends up sheathing his blade again as he clears his throat. Being taken off-guard like that is a little embarrassing...]
My smith wasn't really known for making beautiful blades, but he said I was one of his best. [It's something that he should be crowing about, but he says it with a strange air of near-detachment instead.] So... thanks. That guy was a real weirdo, but he'd probably have been happy to hear it, too.
[Here she can smacktalk her hometown while he smacktalks his smith...]