as a general rule, mikazuki was noted for being just a little bit too innocent for his own good. point of fact, he didn't even consider that she may have even had ill-intentions; though, for what it was worth, he was pretty good at reading the situation. he may have not have been a sword that saw much bloodshed, but he knew enough to know when someone meant harm. so far, he didn't sense that from her, but he wouldn't completely put his guard down, as that would be a disrespect to his master and creator, that had tried so eagerly to mold him into a tool. as it was, mikazuki knew that he was nothing more than a fancy showpiece, despite how adamantly he insisted he could fight. that didn't stop the notion from being drilled into his head, that he could protect because he was dangerous. even still, he did kind of prefer to be pampered and taken care of, and admittedly he'd known very little about how to take care of himself
when it came time for him to be without his kin or masters. then again, being part of an exhibit in a museum was easy, they took care of him, even if they did not know that his very soul was bound to the sword. having a human form was still relatively new, and this modern world was daunting to say the least. however, he was personable and friendly, and he loved meeting new people, making new friends, and learning everything he could learn about anyone and everyone. that set him apart from many of his fellow swords, he supposed…that and his vanity and his tendency to be a bit of a spoiled brat. not on purpose, of course, but he lived a lush lifestyle, not to mention he was considered the most beautiful sword in all of japan. regardless, he was sobered by being here, as he was simply another individual living their life in a new world. then something like this would happen and would remind mikazuki all over again that he was, indeed, meant to be the most beautiful sword in creation, and there was a rush of vainglory to his head.
good-naturedly, he chuckles and nods softly; was it daunting to meet a representative? local celebrities, he supposed, but he never quite felt that way. he was really just trying to keep this sector peaceful and prosperous so that it may contribute to elysion as a whole. being part of something bigger was always what being a sword was about, though this time his methods could be more peaceful. "the inhabitable sections of zephyr are small, i travel around quite a bit, so the chances of meeting me here are very high!" he chirped, looking pleased with himself as he tilted his head. bringing up his hand, fingers lightly curled, he pressed the side of his loose fist to his mouth, laughing gently behind it. "ah, you flatter me, thank you." it was one thing to feel vain and proud of yourself and your appearance, it was another to act as though you were indeed vain; mikazuki was not about to show that side of himself to someone he just met. he'd show off for kogitsunemaru all he wanted, for he knew the fox adored every aspect of him, and was very aware that he tended to be quite proud of his appearance. kogitsunemaru was vastly the same, consistently grooming himself to be in perfect condition, to keep his hair smooth and pristine. crossing his arms slightly then, mikazuki watched her carefully, wasn't really aware of what signing a waiver would mean for him in this instance, but obviously wasn't put out by her using his image. besides, it would be nice, uh what was the word, publicity? that was the term. she gave pause then and mika was silent, brows drawn curiously; her expression seemed to say that she was thinking very hard of something. tilting his head in the way a curious dog might, he blinked a few times, and when it finally clicked with her who he'd just introduced himself as, the sword couldn't help but laugh again. it wasn't rare, per se, that he met people that knew his name or his master, but it was always fun, to say the least.
"yes, that is me!" he chirped, standing up a little taller, a little prouder. "i take it then you are from japan?" to encounter someone that had no idea the many swords from legend were, indeed, thrown into corporeal bodies, was fun for him for many reasons. sometimes he had to prove exactly who he was, for they didn't believe him immediately, and some just took it for what it was. he didn't think he was untrustworthy, but he could understand that hearing a sword was alive was hard for people to grasp. "there are a few famous swords here; juzumaru tsunetsugu works for me as a guardian, i have seen shokudaikiri mitsutada around quite often," he nodded, tapping a finger to his lips as mikazuki considered who he may have seen. he couldn't recall any others, besides the most obvious and that was the fox. "and my husband, kogitsunemaru, he works for me as a guardian as well."