[ the memory ends just as quickly as it began, but horror has frozen kara where he stands. his eyes are wide as he stares at giyuu in mute shock - eyes flicking down to the blue sword he'd seen before, just for a moment, before glancing back up at giyuu's face.
perhaps it seems an extreme reaction, to someone who spars so often.
words have failed kara, though, so he all he can do is take a step back, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the memory. ]
[ kara's silence leaves giyuu unsure what he can say. to him, there was nothing that stands out in particular—it was just two pillars who were testing each other's merit. admittedly the fact that giyuu cannot do what he could in the memory here, is likely what might be surprising. here, he is no different than an ordinary swordsman.
however—back home... well, he has dedicated his life to refining his skills so that he can be a pillar. so, he waits to see what kara will ends up saying. ...for the moment. ]
[ that's a true question he isn't sure. as intense as he is, giyuu has rarely seen him with a broken sword. ...not that he doesn't think it would happen. there are more demons than there are of them.
still, giyuu looks at his own blade for a moment. ]
However, these swords are the key to our lives as well as the lives that we want to protect. Without them we are helpless.
[ there is so much kara could say to that. the fact that giyuu isn't sure how that one treats his blade -
but he doesn't get a chance, before another memory has slipped between them, and by the time this one ends, ookurikara is left speechless again, for an entirely different reason. ]
[ different is the only way he can describe it? he's not even like the blacksmiths' that forge the blade he wields. it's bizarre and he can't place what it is. sure, he felt kara's emotions but feeling something and then understanding what that something is are two entirely different matters. ]
Our swords are our lives - not the same way as you, or any other samurai. We were swords first, before we were given these bodies. If they break, we break.
[ there's plenty of talk about swords this and swords that that he has overheard but he hasn't paid much attention to it. he thought they were being metaphorical instead of literal.
...at least, it sounds literal to him. giyuu doesn't say anything but looks at his blade and thinks. how many times has he gotten it repaired? to imagine it alive... ]
[ he catches that look... it must be odd for a human, to realize their weapon might be more than that, huh? they so rarely stop to think about them, unless they're in battle. ]
...I don't know if yours has a spirit or not. But most of us do. That's why I asked if it has a name.
[ giyuu will draw his sword for kara to see, showing him the words carved on it: "To Destroy All Evil". ]
It's not uncommon for multiple demon slayers to lose their lives fighting a demon. Our blades change color depending on our breaths. If they had spirits as well—there are bound to be many who are all alone.
[ a sad thought now that giyuu is in a position where he cares for what happens to them. ]
Not necessarily. Even the best swordsmen can meet their end at someone stronger, or faster, or smarter than they are - or even someone luckier. All it takes is one unlucky turn in a battle for everything to go wrong.
But there is always one who knows our blade better than the reset, no matter their skill, and one who cares for us the most. That's usually our master, and we want to protect them the most. That's our job, as swords - to protect.
they certainly have a different way of thinking, but it's not bad. giyuu just knows that the difference between him and a lower rank demon slayer is their ability. the sword is not at fault. ]
I wouldn't think that of my blade.
[ he puts his sword away back into its sheath. ]
I've trained myself to be worthy of wielding this blade and the weight that it comes with. If I fall then it's because of my ability and not my sword.
Many of us pride ourselves on our ability to protect our masters. Most of you wield us with the intention of protecting something, don't you? We may be capable of killing, but that is the real reason we're made. Is it that surprising we'd hold ourselves to that standard? The ability of the master doesn't change that.
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perhaps it seems an extreme reaction, to someone who spars so often.
words have failed kara, though, so he all he can do is take a step back, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the memory. ]
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however—back home... well, he has dedicated his life to refining his skills so that he can be a pillar. so, he waits to see what kara will ends up saying. ...for the moment. ]
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Your... Your sword.
You broke it.
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.... ]
It was just a bokken, but I suppose it did break.
[ some... sometimes that just happens? ]
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...You should still be more careful with your weapons.
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The other person that you saw does not hold back—no matter what.
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[ there's a harsh, angry note to his voice. ]
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[ that's a true question he isn't sure. as intense as he is, giyuu has rarely seen him with a broken sword. ...not that he doesn't think it would happen. there are more demons than there are of them.
still, giyuu looks at his own blade for a moment. ]
However, these swords are the key to our lives as well as the lives that we want to protect. Without them we are helpless.
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but he doesn't get a chance, before another memory has slipped between them, and by the time this one ends, ookurikara is left speechless again, for an entirely different reason. ]
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tsuru why. ]
The way you care for swords is...different.
[ different is the only way he can describe it? he's not even like the blacksmiths' that forge the blade he wields. it's bizarre and he can't place what it is. sure, he felt kara's emotions but feeling something and then understanding what that something is are two entirely different matters. ]
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Our swords are our lives - not the same way as you, or any other samurai. We were swords first, before we were given these bodies. If they break, we break.
That's why.
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...at least, it sounds literal to him. giyuu doesn't say anything but looks at his blade and thinks. how many times has he gotten it repaired? to imagine it alive... ]
I see.
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...I don't know if yours has a spirit or not. But most of us do. That's why I asked if it has a name.
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It's not uncommon for multiple demon slayers to lose their lives fighting a demon. Our blades change color depending on our breaths. If they had spirits as well—there are bound to be many who are all alone.
[ a sad thought now that giyuu is in a position where he cares for what happens to them. ]
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...Maybe. But that doesn't mean they loved their masters any less, or that they won't still carry the burden of failing to protect them.
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to be loved by his blade? that's an interesting concept but— ]
Isn't their master's fault for not being able to wield them better? Even a dull blade in the right hands can be made powerful.
[ perhaps it's his perspective. if he were to pick up shinobu's sword, there would be no way that he could wield it effectively as she does. ]
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But there is always one who knows our blade better than the reset, no matter their skill, and one who cares for us the most. That's usually our master, and we want to protect them the most. That's our job, as swords - to protect.
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they certainly have a different way of thinking, but it's not bad. giyuu just knows that the difference between him and a lower rank demon slayer is their ability. the sword is not at fault. ]
I wouldn't think that of my blade.
[ he puts his sword away back into its sheath. ]
I've trained myself to be worthy of wielding this blade and the weight that it comes with. If I fall then it's because of my ability and not my sword.
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[ kara shrugs. ]
Many of us pride ourselves on our ability to protect our masters. Most of you wield us with the intention of protecting something, don't you? We may be capable of killing, but that is the real reason we're made. Is it that surprising we'd hold ourselves to that standard? The ability of the master doesn't change that.