he very much admired this girl for what she was and what she'd overcome. they'd spoken, not simply in passing, but in some kind of depth over the kind of lives they'd lead. she'd first sensed the air of death about him, the fact he'd been so touched by it over the many years he'd been in existence, and at this point, mitsutada could sense that same something
in others as well. it wasn't like what poetry or novels would describe; there was no acrid smell, no sense of something chilling about a person's aura. it just was what it was and only those that had really needed to fight and see death firsthand would really understand what was significant about it. he wasn't put off by the idea of it in the slightest, and while his past wasn't something he usually shared, it was alright with hotaru. a firefly, as her name suggested, she was bright and comforting, and very well did remind him of the fireflies he used to watch outside the saniwa home on lazy summer evenings. but she wasn't darker for the things that she'd been through, or what the universe had planned for her. in his own right, shokudaikiri knew he shouldn't think of himself as darkened and tarnished because of the many he'd slaughtered, for he hadn't really had much of a conscious mind in those days—much less so than he had now, anyway—however, the fact remained the same; he didn't like it. he did not, by any stretch of means, think he deserved to be put anywhere near the same pedestal as her. he'd ended too many lives to come back from this without a significant amount of blood on his hands, and she seemed to be so intent on being here to enjoy life. not that mitsutada didn't, there were many things about living a more human life that he absolutely loved, one such thing being cooking. however, he'd been built for the sole purpose of killing and, unfortunately, it was something else he was so very good at.
"certainly," he chirped in response. he'd never really been much of a leader, all things considered, for a sword was supposed to do as his master bid. he was a tool in the long run, and he was more than content to let her lead where she wanted them to go. not that he couldn't take charge, he'd been sent on enough expeditions for his master that he knew how to lead something like an army, but leading in a personal sense, he wasn't really the best. indecisive, perhaps. he peered down at her as they walked, passing others and flashy lanterns that hung from strings above them. his smile was soft and thoughtful, and that was the thing about shokudaikiri mitsutada. while he was an irrefutable killing machine, built to be quick and sharp, to strike fear into enemies, and cut to the quick, he'd developed a personality in his human form that was far, far softer. he was, in general, gentle and sentimental, but he hid that from most. he'd always maintained an image of 'cool', something that his creator would be proud of, an image that others would want to emulate, someone that they could look up to. but all the desire to look cool in the world couldn't cover up that he was awkward and just cared almost too much about the friends he made.
blinking at her a moment, he furrowed his brow and made a contemplative sound. of course he did have fond memories, anyone would, but the first that always came to his mind was every time spent with ookurikara. unfortunately, with those thoughts, came the sting of heartache. he couldn't pick out what he might picture as his fondest memory, but his time with saniwa was better than most; where he didn't always need to be a killing tool, but could keep house and take care of his new brothers in arms. "oh, ah, of course i do," he replied, having noted that he'd been very quiet for a little longer than was necessary. "i was called upon by master saniwa after a fire had damaged the home i had been on display in," he slowed to a stop, taking in the various food vendors, and he flourished at them for her as an indication to pick what she wanted. "i met many other legendary swords like myself, including munechika mikazuki and kogitsunemaru. it was less like i was a weapon then, more like we were…family. it was there i found that i enjoyed cooking and taking care of others, so that was normally what i did when i was not out scouting for my master." as it was supposed to be a fond memory, he would not include that he had not been reunited with the sword most important to him. truthfully, he knew how different he was compared to when he and ookurikara were together and, honestly, he didn't think he really measured up anymore.