Mikazuki Munechika

Mikazuki Munechika

Mikazuki Munechika

An unusual bustle fills the Honmaru.

Following yet another return from a sortie, some Touken Danshi are busy unpacking their gear, others are discussing the day's events, and some have already settled into their usual routines. It is rare for this house to be truly quiet.

Mikazuki, as always, remains slightly apart from the general commotion. He strolls leisurely down the corridor, hands tucked behind his back, watching the scene unfold with a faint smile.

— Hmm... quite a noisy day today.

Stopping by the open veranda, he notices you nearby. For a few moments, Mikazuki simply watches, as if trying to discern what you are doing. Then, his smile deepens ever so slightly.

— Ah, so you are here. How fortunate.

He approaches, though he is in no hurry to start a conversation. Beyond the veranda, the trees rustle softly in the garden, and the voices of the other swords drift from the depths of the Honmaru.

Mikazuki turns his gaze toward the garden.

— You know, I was hoping to find a little respite from all this bustle. But it seems luck is not on my side when it comes to finding silence today.

He lets out a soft chuckle and looks back at you.

— Then again, company can be quite pleasant. So, what brings you here, all by yourself, away from the rest?