[ Yamato's call drags Yato back into the moment. Yamato's abrupt dash for Hiiro sends the fox darting after him, and Yato quickly leaps away from his wolf opponents to land atop the fox and drive his knife into one of its eyes, trying to slow it down. It barks and rears, tossing Yato from its head, but he lands on his feet. Unfortunately his knife remains in its eye, so he's left weaponless. Nothing to do but act as a distraction then -- he hops away, drawing the raging fox and wolf pack after him and away from Yamato.
Meanwhile, Hiiro watches Yamato's approach with steadfast composure. With two fingers extended into a point, she slashes sharply into the air -- and a thin, arcing something shoots toward Yamato. She continues to slash, sending a barrage of lines of every orientation hurtling toward him. Should any of them catch him, they'll make him bleed even if they won't outright cut through him; but if he can dodge his way up to her, she'll be at his mercy. ]
[Yasusada was never the fastest sword around. Being tethered to a human body certainly hadn't helped in that regard--more than once, in his previous life, he'd regretted being stuck with something so susceptible to physical obstacles.
But despite his easy acceptance, this Yasusada has never thought of himself as a sword. He was born, he has parents, he grew up like any other human being on the planet. And even though he's growing more connected to his vessel by the day, even though he understands what "tsukumogami" really means, he's still only ever thought of it as a part of him.
Until now.
He runs towards her, dodging what he can, but he's not nearly fast enough to dodge every one of her attacks. He's got to be covered in little cuts by the time he gets close enough to actually swing at her, but he doesn't let the pain slow him down, if he even feels it. From the wild look on his face, it doesn't look like he's present in his body at all.
He's too distracted to realize it, but for the first time, he's thinking of himself as a sword. He is nothing but the blade aiming straight for Hiiro's neck, his body little more than a vessel to carry him through his fatal strike. By all rights, he should hesitate to attack someone that looks like a human, no matter what they might truly be. But he doesn't. This is what he was meant to do--what he is, and unless Yato stops him at the last minute, Yasusada is not going to hold back.
Hiiro is on the side of the enemy, and she needs to be defeated. For a sword, that can only end in blood.]
[ Yato wouldn't be able to stop Yamato if he tried. Dimly, he's aware of Yamato flying toward Hiiro with a rare ferocity, and then Yamato's sword is carving a trail of space and particles into her. There's a moment of muted surprise on her young face before she dissolves quietly away. The ayakashi follow suit not a second later. Yato's knife clatters to the pavement, and all of a sudden, it's only Yato and Yamato left in the stillness of the fog.
Yato stares around, adrenaline still pumping, and scoops up his knife before trotting over to Yamato. It looks like some of her attacks grazed him... Yato looks at him carefully. ]
[It takes a minute, even when Yato speaks, for the wild light to fade from Yasusada's eyes. The look on his face would be terrifying to a complete stranger--and even to a close friend, it's probably a little disconcerting. It's only once he's positive the threat has been completely eliminated, the enemy defeated, that he relaxes back into Yasusada Yamato, as if his soul is slipping from his blade and settling back into his body.
He glances down at himself, and indeed, he's bleeding in a few places, but it's nothing to worry about with his healing capabilities. He nods quietly, then looks down at his sword, contemplative.]
...Yamatonokami Yasusada. [He says, eventually.] That was my name. My sword name, I mean.
[It's been a while; Yato might not even remember asking. But Yasusada feels it's important to tell him anyway, and now is as good a time as any.]
[ Yamato has always been an intense fighter, but Yato isn't sure if he's ever seen Yamato so possessed. Maybe it's the other life influencing him, the same way Yato's other life has changed him. Certainly, it's a little disconcerting -- not because Yato is afraid that Yamato would harm him, but because that furious spirit of Yamato's might lead to him to greater harm someday than a few superficial cuts.
A long time ago, gifted suddenly with a thrice-hitting strike, Yamato expressed concern about losing control over himself. Perhaps that fear wasn't unfounded...
Yato isn't too familiar with his sword history. Was Yamatonokami Yasusada famous? Regardless: ]
That's way too long. I'll stick with Yasu, thanks.
[It's moments like this that remind him why Yato's one of his closest friends, and the small smile that slips onto his face feels a lot like relief. It's always so hard to notice when tension is gathering in his own body, especially when he's discussing things like this with other people. While there hasn't been any indication that their past lives held any connection, Yato always seems to know what to say to put him at ease. His own broad acceptance of things might reassure Yato, but Yasusada certainly doesn't take it for granted that the reverse holds true as well.
He takes a minute to check over his blade, then, making sure the fog didn't leave lasting marks on him before he moves to pick up his fallen case.]
...Your name is the same, right? In your memories?
[ Perhaps Yato understands more than many the value of normalcy. Though he is a god in body, at least a part of him remains a human at heart. Surely Yamato must feel that same tug, the weight of his human life tied around his pinky to keep him from drifting away. ]
More or less. Down to my name being Yaboku, but everyone calling me Yato. Gods aren't supposed to have last names, but I did have my dad...
[ He doesn't have proof that he was Yaboku Tomioka in full, but he doesn't have proof that he wasn't, either. ]
I'd hear Yatogami here and there too. Sounds more godly, I guess.
[ A punk indeed... But Yamato might be the only person who would tell Yato something was too cool for him and mean it with love. Though Yamato looks serious, Yato slowly relaxes into a smile. ]
Yeah. Thanks, Yasu.
[ He can trust people like Yamato to tell him if he's really messing up, so there's nothing to worry about. He pockets his knife and pumps a fist! ]
Alright! Let's get outta this fog. Wanna go to your place? I'll whip us up a snack!
[He'd honestly been halfway-expecting an argument, so it's a present surprise to see Yato take his word without question. It makes it easier for him to relax, too, and he laughs at Yato's enthusiasm. NEVER CHANGE, YATO.]
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Meanwhile, Hiiro watches Yamato's approach with steadfast composure. With two fingers extended into a point, she slashes sharply into the air -- and a thin, arcing something shoots toward Yamato. She continues to slash, sending a barrage of lines of every orientation hurtling toward him. Should any of them catch him, they'll make him bleed even if they won't outright cut through him; but if he can dodge his way up to her, she'll be at his mercy. ]
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But despite his easy acceptance, this Yasusada has never thought of himself as a sword. He was born, he has parents, he grew up like any other human being on the planet. And even though he's growing more connected to his vessel by the day, even though he understands what "tsukumogami" really means, he's still only ever thought of it as a part of him.
Until now.
He runs towards her, dodging what he can, but he's not nearly fast enough to dodge every one of her attacks. He's got to be covered in little cuts by the time he gets close enough to actually swing at her, but he doesn't let the pain slow him down, if he even feels it. From the wild look on his face, it doesn't look like he's present in his body at all.
He's too distracted to realize it, but for the first time, he's thinking of himself as a sword. He is nothing but the blade aiming straight for Hiiro's neck, his body little more than a vessel to carry him through his fatal strike. By all rights, he should hesitate to attack someone that looks like a human, no matter what they might truly be. But he doesn't. This is what he was meant to do--what he is, and unless Yato stops him at the last minute, Yasusada is not going to hold back.
Hiiro is on the side of the enemy, and she needs to be defeated. For a sword, that can only end in blood.]
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Yato stares around, adrenaline still pumping, and scoops up his knife before trotting over to Yamato. It looks like some of her attacks grazed him... Yato looks at him carefully. ]
Nice work. You all right?
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He glances down at himself, and indeed, he's bleeding in a few places, but it's nothing to worry about with his healing capabilities. He nods quietly, then looks down at his sword, contemplative.]
...Yamatonokami Yasusada. [He says, eventually.] That was my name. My sword name, I mean.
[It's been a while; Yato might not even remember asking. But Yasusada feels it's important to tell him anyway, and now is as good a time as any.]
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A long time ago, gifted suddenly with a thrice-hitting strike, Yamato expressed concern about losing control over himself. Perhaps that fear wasn't unfounded...
Yato isn't too familiar with his sword history. Was Yamatonokami Yasusada famous? Regardless: ]
That's way too long. I'll stick with Yasu, thanks.
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He takes a minute to check over his blade, then, making sure the fog didn't leave lasting marks on him before he moves to pick up his fallen case.]
...Your name is the same, right? In your memories?
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More or less. Down to my name being Yaboku, but everyone calling me Yato. Gods aren't supposed to have last names, but I did have my dad...
[ He doesn't have proof that he was Yaboku Tomioka in full, but he doesn't have proof that he wasn't, either. ]
I'd hear Yatogami here and there too. Sounds more godly, I guess.
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[Ah, a punk appears... but at least it's a sign that he's feeling more like himself again. If he's teasing, then everything's okay.
...On his end, at least. When he turns back to Yato, sword securely fastened at his hip once more, he looks serious again.]
...You're not evil, Yato. You know that, right? [He'd heard everything Hiiro said too, after all.]
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Yeah. Thanks, Yasu.
[ He can trust people like Yamato to tell him if he's really messing up, so there's nothing to worry about. He pockets his knife and pumps a fist! ]
Alright! Let's get outta this fog. Wanna go to your place? I'll whip us up a snack!
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Sure, sure! Lead the way!