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[notbunaga]

[She stares at him for a moment without saying anything and then, with a click, removes it from the sheath. The blade of the sword is remarkably sharp.]

One wrong move and you could seriously hurt someone.

But that isn't the important thing. Do you know what sword this is?

[goen]

[ Well then... even more reason not to cross Aki. ]

... Not a clue. I'm in the business of wooden swords, not real ones. What is it?

[notbunaga]

This is Heshikiri Hasebe. It belonged to Nobunaga Oda, and passed onto the Kuroda after he accidentally mistook someone for a traitor and almost killed his son.

It's supposed to be stored in Fukuoka museum.

[So that's why she's being super careful with it.]

[goen]

H... Haaah?!

[ Is this an April Fool's thing... He leans in closer, squinting at the detail on the sword. It certainly looks worn enough. If it's a replica, it's a convincing one.

Shit, are the cops gonna trace the package here?? ]

How can you be sure? Are there reports about it being stolen?

[notbunaga]

I mean, that's the thing...it hasn't been mentioned at all.

Something like this going missing should've been mentioned everywhere though.

[Which is why it's so strange...why hasn't anyone noticed?]

[goen]

[ Hmm... Maybe more news will turn up soon. In the meantime... ]

So? What're you planning to do with it?

[notbunaga]

...well, that kind of leads me to my next point.

I'm going to hold onto it, even if I'd probably get jail time if the wrong person found out I had this.

[She places her hands on the sheathe, gently tracing her fingers along the surface.]

I didn't think it was a big deal at the time, considering how noticeable all the other details were, but...this is definitely the sword I had in my dream...memory.

1/2

[goen]

Oh, I see, I see.

[ He pinches his jacket. ]

I've been wearing this in my hallucinomemories too. I guess there really is a link...

[ Did he just put his shitty tracksuit on the same level as Oda Nobunaga's sword? Yes. Yes he did. ]

2/2

[goen]

[ Suddenly, he frowns. ]

--So you were using a live sword against a maid on public transportation? Did... anyone around you think it was weird?

[notbunaga]

I thought I told you I wasn't fighting the maid.

[Or did she? She's pretty sure she did.

So she sighs, takes a seat at the table and starts taking some food.]

Look, let me walk you through this again.

We were on a train. In the car, there was me, the girl with the sword and the maid. She was behind the girl with the sword.

There was someone behind me too, but I didn't get a good look at them.

I fought the girl with the sword. Noone else was on the train, and the maid girl didn't seem to think it was strange. She was mostly concerned and telling sword girl to be careful...I guess maybe they were related, somehow. Friends? Or she was her maid? Or was sword girl a bodyguard? Or an assassin? I don't know.

But that's all I remember.

[And she's gonna start eating because Yato's too hungry...]

Either way, I don't think your cosplayer theory holds up anymore.

[goen]

... No, I guess it doesn't...

[ So what could Aki be in her memories? An assassin herself? Some black market buyer? Every idea is absurd, but then so is this sword. And maybe Yato doesn't have room to discard weird ideas when his own memories imply a fantasy beyond belief... He munches on a potato wedge thoughtfully.

In the end, it's still a mess of details with insufficient context. Like putting together a jigsaw puzzle with no image on either face. There may be no point in trying to put the pieces together until they know more... ]

I've seen a few more memories since Souji bit me, actually. At first they didn't make sense... but now a picture is starting to come together. The same might happen for you.

[notbunaga]

[Before she says anything, she pulls the dish with their food on it a little closer to herself...and away from him, mostly.]

Well, go on then. What've you got so far?

[And then takes a piece of chicken.]

[goen]

[ Wow she said he could help himself? No takebacks... He darts a hand out to the platter to steal another potato wedge. ]

The memories were all over the place, but they all pointed to one thing...

[ He brandishes the wedge next to his face. ]

I was... a god of war!

[ And he holds the pose just in case Aki wants to be super impressed and immediately fall to her knees in worship. Yes!!

Except it sounds stupid and he knows it, which is why he hasn't told anyone yet but her... ]

1/? this is the most pointless comment chain in existence

[notbunaga]

[notbunaga]

[notbunaga]

[just...

slowly...

takes a bite out of her chicken]

NVM THEY WERE ALL GONNA BE BLANK but then dw wouldnt let me spam you

[notbunaga]

[chew...]

[notbunaga]

[swallows]

ok done

[notbunaga]

This chicken's pretty good, huh?

[NOT EVEN GONNA ACKNOWLEDGE IT]

[goen]

You could at least react!!

[ FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGE IT ]

[notbunaga]

Fine. It's stupid.

[what were you expecting yato...]

How about next we take a wild swing at mine next and say since I have his sword, I was Nobunaga Oda in a past life?

[goen]

[ ugh ok he'll take that over complete ignoring

Having Nobunaga Oda's sword might imply such a thing, and Aki does have "nobu" in her name he guesses, but?? ]

Trains didn't exist in his time, did they?

[ There's a near-300 year discrepancy... ]

Not to mention he was... a man?

[ ... right...?????? ]

[notbunaga]

That's my point. It's too absurd to consider.

And some random homeless guy isn't going to be a god, either. What lead you to think that, anyway?

[Because he immediately accused her of being an extreme cosplayer...}

[goen]

[ oh she was being facetious

DAMMIT!!! Sometimes you try to be serious and thoughtful and your pal calls you a random homeless guy... ]

I said it myself! I was a "demon-slaying, shinki-wielding warrior god". And someone else seemed to confirm it.

[ No actual demon-slaying or shinki-wielding in his memories though... which does put a chink in the validity of his belief. But... ]

Even if I write that off as me LARPing, something else has been weird. It's like only certain people could see me. I could be smack dab in the middle of the ladies' room and no one would notice.

[notbunaga]

...maybe you were one of those delusional old man hobos.

Do you remember standing on street corners, yelling that the end was nigh? That the government was poisoning the water supply? That coke and pepsi were the same thing?

It'd explain why you were hanging around girls bathrooms without being seen.

[This is unfair to him but at the same time.......

he isn't painting a very good picture of himself.........]