Who ⬤ Hizen Tadahiro & you What ⬤ Catchall for open substories, closed prompts, and custom starters for September and October. When ⬤ September and October Where ⬤ Everywhere Content Warnings ⬤ N/A for now
(Down he goes underwater and he kicks himself back up and flails around some more until he finally catches some of his senses. He hisses and spits and coughs up water as he tries to keep himself afloat. It's not that he can't swim (he can) but anyone would be thrown off after suddenly ending up in the water,)
Are ya just gonna stand there--
(Down he goes and up he comes again,)
--and watch?!
(He's managing to stay afloat but it's obvious that he just... was not ready for a swim.)
Now that we have ascertained the need, I suppose it would be uncouth of me to ignore you.
[ Does he look like he wants to get his hakama wet over a misunderstanding? No.
Unfortunately that is what he has to do, leaping over the bridge and into the water below, a small distance away from the struggling man. ]
Alright, don't grab on to me. We wouldn't want to both drown. Hold on to my sword instead.
[ The blade, thankfully still sheared, and also thankfully much longer than any ordinary katana, floats across the water towards Hizen, with Kojirou holding onto the bit of cloth that usually holds the sword secure on his back on the other end. ]
(He's quick to grab on to whatever he can get. One hand wraps around the sword's sheath and the other... well, he's holding his sword in his other hand so the most he can do is sort of sling his arm over the sword and hang on. He looks like a wet cat clinging onto a branch for dear life, to be honest.
But having something to hold onto and keep him stable really helps. It gives him some stability and time to adapt to being in the water. He spits out river water because who knows what is in this river.
He won't say anything. For now. He's too busy sputtering and coughing up the water.)
[ Kojirou reels in his sword like Hizen is a really big fish, dragging him out from under the bridge even as he swims the two of them towards the shore. ]
Let us get out of here as quickly as possible. I have heard the Sanzu river is full of snakes.
[ Not anything he heard while here, just a bit of folklore he remembers. ]
(He's not. He's really not. And he knows how childishly stubborn this sounds but after this whole fall and how pitiful everything is? He has to say something for himself.
At least he's able to help paddle his way to shore somewhat. Like someone being guided along with a lifeguard ring, kicking his feet beneath him to make it easier.
... Ah. Speaking of... oh no. He's not going to like it when he gets back on shore.)
You should be. Not many ways to fend them off underwater.
[ Rattlesnake? King cobra? Fifty foot tall orochi-spawn? No problem. He's more than confident in his sword skills, or at least in his ability to run away.
An extremely venomous sea snake approaching while he's swimming or bathing? Absolutely not. (He also won't touch nagas, but that's just his class disadvantage speaking.)
But Kojirou isn't being attacked by snakes right now so he doesn't have much trouble reaching the shore, where he begins to pull up the sword spirit. ]
But it looks like they will not be a problem today.
(Look, he's right. Hizen knows it. He might not be afraid of some stupid snake but there really is no way to fight against one in the water so he just bites down on his tongue and grumbles.
Once they reach the river's bank, he's more than happy to start carrying himself out of the water. He lets go when it's shallow enough for him to walk and he splashes his way back up onto dry land. He feels so heavy when his oversized hoodie is soaked and weighted down with so much water. He rings out and rolls up his sleeves. He turns his sword upside down to shake out any water he can from the sheath and tries to fix the loose bandages around his neck.
Pitiful. He looks pitiful. Like a cat that's lost most of its volume in the bath.
Perhaps the most offensive part is the fact that... it looks like he's lost a shoe in the river. He's just one wet shoe and one barefoot on land.)
Whatever. (About the snakes.) Thanks for helping...
(He really is thankful but it definitely sounds more like... pouting? His pride hurts, okay.)
[ Once Kojirou is sure Hizen is safe, he reels in his sword and throws it over his shoulder.
The water never went above his neck, but that's not much help when that means the rest of his clothes are soaked through, and he's just as wet as the soaked dog opposite him. No shoes either, but that's just because he left his sandals on the bridge. ]
It's Kojirou. You can call me Sasaki Kojirou.
[ Was Hizen searching for a name? Kojirou offers it anyway, because where would the world be if they couldn't at least be polite to each other? ]
(He's still trying to ring out some of his clothes but freezes completely when he hears the name of his hero. He raises a brow and looks unsure of if he heard that right or not,)
[ Kojirou on the other hand, is content to let his clothes drip dramatically, instead undoing his long ponytail and letting it flow free. Bunched up hair doesn't dry well. ]
Hm? You recognise the name?
[ Not entirely unexpected. He's in the right version of hell for it, and Sasaki Kojirou, Musashi's greatest rival, is a name famous in most versions of history. The yokai here would definitely know what the name means, and no shortage of Lost Souls that would recognise it too. ]
I suppose I am that man, and this [ he rattles the sword hanging loosely off his shoulder ] is the Laundry Pole.
There ain't a single swordsman out there that doesn't know about Musashi and Sasaki's duel.
(And as a result, not a single touken who doesn't know about Kojirou's... uniquely named sword. Well, Hizen has certainly heard worse. When you know a candlestick cutter and a beard cutter.... a laundry pole isn't too weird.
Ah, but hadn't he fought a swordswoman named Musashi a while back? They'd known Izo and Ryouma too. Could this guy be related to?)
[ It is certainly true that all the samurai who came after them would have known of Musashi, and therefore of Kojirou. There were some big Musashi fans amongst them too. It doesn't surprise him at all, and it would certainly be at the forefront of people's minds considering there is a version of Musashi running around the city. ]
I'm not sure that's a question worth answering. My saying yes would do nothing to allay your doubts. Nevertheless, that is my true name.
(And he holds up his sword. Speaking of though, he can still feel some water sloshing around in the sheath and he turns it upside down again and tries to shake it dry.)
Gimme a sec.
(He's just going to draw it to shake that last bit of water out and wipe his sword down with a damp sleeve. God, this sucks. He's soaked to the bone but having river water on his true form just makes his skin crawl.)
Y'know, I met someone who called themselves Musashi once. Wasn't nothing like I imagined, though... you seem more normal.
[ Most people who called themselves samurai back in his day were barely qualified to swing a sword. Kojirou would have hardly considered them swordsmen.
There's also that one Archer that carries swords around but is actually a mage. Archer is a very silly class. ]
I imagine so. The figures in history are often wildly different from how we remember them.
[ The female Musashi is just one of them. Technically, she came from an alternate timeline from his own, but they had still interacted before this, and she was definitely still Shinmen Musashi. ]
I might look more like how you imagined, but I also wouldn't look too closely.
All Heroic Spirits are summoned with the basic knowledge needed to survive a Holy Grail War. That includes quite a lot of history that they wouldn't be familiar with otherwise. It's how a minor Japanese spirit like himself was able to pick out Excalibur instantly.
Unfortunately a samurai's katana would not pass muster here. Few of them are notable enough to be considered a Noble Phantasm, but the name still rings a bell. ]
Like the old province?
[ Well, pseudonyms are fairly common all over the world. It's enough to be a minor curiosity but ultimately not a huge issue. ]
More importantly, why did you decide to take a swim in the river?
(He isn't surprised that Kojirou would know. The area was called Hizen back then, as well. He doesn't expect many to recognize his own name right away. Tadahiro swords are largely regional with the more famous ones making their name in later eras...)
I didn't! I fell!
(From directly under a bridge into the water. Yeah.)
(Oh, no. He's being judged now and he can feel his temper rising. He's losing his cool and he snaps quickly,)
Quit lookin' at me like that.
(His sword is still drawn!! Because he's really trying to dry out his sheath as much as possible before he returns it. He clenches his fist around the handle and glares,)
One minute I was chasin' after some punks and the next thing I knew, I was in the river.
[ Kojirou is usually very careful about keeping his presence in check. If he were at his best, even powerful sixth senses would not be able to see him as anything more than a harmless, ordinary flesh and blood human.
But if he's going to be physically threatened, then that facade drops immediately, the sword casually hanging over his shoulder dropping to waist level, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.
But he doesn't go any further than that, continuing to talk in his usual, elegant tone of voice. ]
So you fell into a trap. Most people will, once or twice in their lives. Where did you fall?
(He is just... frustrated. Embarrassed. Let him be tense and prickly because his grip isn't relaxing. He's just an angry, soaking ball of tension and hurt pride.)
It wasn't... a trap. (And he looks down at the ground.) Just can't... it's stupid. Don't worry about it.
Then relax, or you might set off my own bloodlust.
[ But Kojirou does seem to relax a little, just a hair of tension leaving his body. He seems to have some control over his own faculties at least, and isn't going to just start swinging. ]
If it wasn't a trap then what was it? I doubt someone who dares to call themselves a swordsman is the type to trip over nothing and fall into a river.
Ah, that catches his attention. He looks surprised to hear someone speak about it so casually after just meeting them...
But it's funny that he mentions how no swordsman would dare trip over nothing and fall into the river because Hizen just looks even more embarrassed and grumbles,)
... You don't know me. (He isn't just a swordsman but he's an actual sword!) Who d'ya work for? Didn't see ya at the welcome party...
[ Is that a thing you're allowed to say around an actual sword? Too bad, Kojirou doesn't know better, but what he does know is that there is a certain amount of training even the most wretched and pathetic samurai is supposed to put themselves through.
Wouldn't want to end up having some rich kid stab their own eye out with their own sword. ]
I happen to be contracted to the Tamamo clan, but all the clans need their bodyguards. [ That's how he's rationalising being stuck in this whorehouse, at least. But he also wants to say that just because he's not with the Shuten doesn't mean that he should be underestimated. ]
(No training required when you manifest into the world just knowing how to fight because of your nature as a spirit.... but yes, good point.)
...
(Tamamo, huh?)
The fox.
(A clan that Shuten has clashed with quite a bit in particular. Hizen isn't naive to really expect their peace to last for long and this means he should be careful, especially against someone who can so freely admit they have bloodlust. He's a cautious spirit and he gives his sheath one last shake dry before returning his sword to it.
... It still feels uncomfortable but he can tolerate it for now.)
My contract is with Shuten. Nothing personal but I ain't gotta explain what I can do to you.
(But he knows how it looks. He looks foolish still dripping water and missing a shoe after falling into the river like that so he'll admit one small thing,)
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Are ya just gonna stand there--
(Down he goes and up he comes again,)
--and watch?!
(He's managing to stay afloat but it's obvious that he just... was not ready for a swim.)
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[ Does he look like he wants to get his hakama wet over a misunderstanding? No.
Unfortunately that is what he has to do, leaping over the bridge and into the water below, a small distance away from the struggling man. ]
Alright, don't grab on to me. We wouldn't want to both drown. Hold on to my sword instead.
[ The blade, thankfully still sheared, and also thankfully much longer than any ordinary katana, floats across the water towards Hizen, with Kojirou holding onto the bit of cloth that usually holds the sword secure on his back on the other end. ]
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But having something to hold onto and keep him stable really helps. It gives him some stability and time to adapt to being in the water. He spits out river water because who knows what is in this river.
He won't say anything. For now. He's too busy sputtering and coughing up the water.)
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Let us get out of here as quickly as possible. I have heard the Sanzu river is full of snakes.
[ Not anything he heard while here, just a bit of folklore he remembers. ]
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(He's not. He's really not. And he knows how childishly stubborn this sounds but after this whole fall and how pitiful everything is? He has to say something for himself.
At least he's able to help paddle his way to shore somewhat. Like someone being guided along with a lifeguard ring, kicking his feet beneath him to make it easier.
... Ah. Speaking of... oh no. He's not going to like it when he gets back on shore.)
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[ Rattlesnake? King cobra? Fifty foot tall orochi-spawn? No problem. He's more than confident in his sword skills, or at least in his ability to run away.
An extremely venomous sea snake approaching while he's swimming or bathing? Absolutely not. (He also won't touch nagas, but that's just his class disadvantage speaking.)
But Kojirou isn't being attacked by snakes right now so he doesn't have much trouble reaching the shore, where he begins to pull up the sword spirit. ]
But it looks like they will not be a problem today.
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Once they reach the river's bank, he's more than happy to start carrying himself out of the water. He lets go when it's shallow enough for him to walk and he splashes his way back up onto dry land. He feels so heavy when his oversized hoodie is soaked and weighted down with so much water. He rings out and rolls up his sleeves. He turns his sword upside down to shake out any water he can from the sheath and tries to fix the loose bandages around his neck.
Pitiful. He looks pitiful. Like a cat that's lost most of its volume in the bath.
Perhaps the most offensive part is the fact that... it looks like he's lost a shoe in the river. He's just one wet shoe and one barefoot on land.)
Whatever. (About the snakes.) Thanks for helping...
(He really is thankful but it definitely sounds more like... pouting? His pride hurts, okay.)
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The water never went above his neck, but that's not much help when that means the rest of his clothes are soaked through, and he's just as wet as the soaked dog opposite him. No shoes either, but that's just because he left his sandals on the bridge. ]
It's Kojirou. You can call me Sasaki Kojirou.
[ Was Hizen searching for a name? Kojirou offers it anyway, because where would the world be if they couldn't at least be polite to each other? ]
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Sasaki Kojirou?
(Like, from the legends?)
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Hm? You recognise the name?
[ Not entirely unexpected. He's in the right version of hell for it, and Sasaki Kojirou, Musashi's greatest rival, is a name famous in most versions of history. The yokai here would definitely know what the name means, and no shortage of Lost Souls that would recognise it too. ]
I suppose I am that man, and this [ he rattles the sword hanging loosely off his shoulder ] is the Laundry Pole.
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(And as a result, not a single touken who doesn't know about Kojirou's... uniquely named sword. Well, Hizen has certainly heard worse. When you know a candlestick cutter and a beard cutter.... a laundry pole isn't too weird.
Ah, but hadn't he fought a swordswoman named Musashi a while back? They'd known Izo and Ryouma too. Could this guy be related to?)
.... Are you really him?
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[ It is certainly true that all the samurai who came after them would have known of Musashi, and therefore of Kojirou. There were some big Musashi fans amongst them too. It doesn't surprise him at all, and it would certainly be at the forefront of people's minds considering there is a version of Musashi running around the city. ]
I'm not sure that's a question worth answering. My saying yes would do nothing to allay your doubts. Nevertheless, that is my true name.
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(And he holds up his sword. Speaking of though, he can still feel some water sloshing around in the sheath and he turns it upside down again and tries to shake it dry.)
Gimme a sec.
(He's just going to draw it to shake that last bit of water out and wipe his sword down with a damp sleeve. God, this sucks. He's soaked to the bone but having river water on his true form just makes his skin crawl.)
Y'know, I met someone who called themselves Musashi once. Wasn't nothing like I imagined, though... you seem more normal.
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[ Most people who called themselves samurai back in his day were barely qualified to swing a sword. Kojirou would have hardly considered them swordsmen.
There's also that one Archer that carries swords around but is actually a mage. Archer is a very silly class. ]
I imagine so. The figures in history are often wildly different from how we remember them.
[ The female Musashi is just one of them. Technically, she came from an alternate timeline from his own, but they had still interacted before this, and she was definitely still Shinmen Musashi. ]
I might look more like how you imagined, but I also wouldn't look too closely.
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(He's a time traveler. He gets it. And he's been in this city long enough to meet enough Fates to know how things go.)
Not really sure what I imagined but at least you're a guy.
(Yeah. Anyway,)
Hizen Tadahiro.
(That's his name. It's only fair to offer his own now.)
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All Heroic Spirits are summoned with the basic knowledge needed to survive a Holy Grail War. That includes quite a lot of history that they wouldn't be familiar with otherwise. It's how a minor Japanese spirit like himself was able to pick out Excalibur instantly.
Unfortunately a samurai's katana would not pass muster here. Few of them are notable enough to be considered a Noble Phantasm, but the name still rings a bell. ]
Like the old province?
[ Well, pseudonyms are fairly common all over the world. It's enough to be a minor curiosity but ultimately not a huge issue. ]
More importantly, why did you decide to take a swim in the river?
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Mhm.
(He isn't surprised that Kojirou would know. The area was called Hizen back then, as well. He doesn't expect many to recognize his own name right away. Tadahiro swords are largely regional with the more famous ones making their name in later eras...)
I didn't! I fell!
(From directly under a bridge into the water. Yeah.)
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looks at the spot where Hizen was threading water
looks at Hizen ]
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Quit lookin' at me like that.
(His sword is still drawn!! Because he's really trying to dry out his sheath as much as possible before he returns it. He clenches his fist around the handle and glares,)
One minute I was chasin' after some punks and the next thing I knew, I was in the river.
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[ Kojirou is usually very careful about keeping his presence in check. If he were at his best, even powerful sixth senses would not be able to see him as anything more than a harmless, ordinary flesh and blood human.
But if he's going to be physically threatened, then that facade drops immediately, the sword casually hanging over his shoulder dropping to waist level, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.
But he doesn't go any further than that, continuing to talk in his usual, elegant tone of voice. ]
So you fell into a trap. Most people will, once or twice in their lives. Where did you fall?
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(He is just... frustrated. Embarrassed. Let him be tense and prickly because his grip isn't relaxing. He's just an angry, soaking ball of tension and hurt pride.)
It wasn't... a trap. (And he looks down at the ground.) Just can't... it's stupid. Don't worry about it.
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[ But Kojirou does seem to relax a little, just a hair of tension leaving his body. He seems to have some control over his own faculties at least, and isn't going to just start swinging. ]
If it wasn't a trap then what was it? I doubt someone who dares to call themselves a swordsman is the type to trip over nothing and fall into a river.
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Ah, that catches his attention. He looks surprised to hear someone speak about it so casually after just meeting them...
But it's funny that he mentions how no swordsman would dare trip over nothing and fall into the river because Hizen just looks even more embarrassed and grumbles,)
... You don't know me. (He isn't just a swordsman but he's an actual sword!) Who d'ya work for? Didn't see ya at the welcome party...
(This guy isn't with Shuten........)
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[ Is that a thing you're allowed to say around an actual sword? Too bad, Kojirou doesn't know better, but what he does know is that there is a certain amount of training even the most wretched and pathetic samurai is supposed to put themselves through.
Wouldn't want to end up having some rich kid stab their own eye out with their own sword. ]
I happen to be contracted to the Tamamo clan, but all the clans need their bodyguards. [ That's how he's rationalising being stuck in this whorehouse, at least. But he also wants to say that just because he's not with the Shuten doesn't mean that he should be underestimated. ]
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...
(Tamamo, huh?)
The fox.
(A clan that Shuten has clashed with quite a bit in particular. Hizen isn't naive to really expect their peace to last for long and this means he should be careful, especially against someone who can so freely admit they have bloodlust. He's a cautious spirit and he gives his sheath one last shake dry before returning his sword to it.
... It still feels uncomfortable but he can tolerate it for now.)
My contract is with Shuten. Nothing personal but I ain't gotta explain what I can do to you.
(But he knows how it looks. He looks foolish still dripping water and missing a shoe after falling into the river like that so he'll admit one small thing,)
... I'm learning something new.
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