Chapter 3: Isonade (3)

"It is unknown how it became the blade it is today." She concludes the tale with her hands in her lap and a small smile.

Just like a real storyteller, one of those rakugo artists who sometimes came to Kiri at the request of the Mizukage or the daimyo. He remembers vaguely what it felt like to watch one of those things, to see one man enthrall an entire room full of people without genjutsu. Or maybe it was a kind of genjutsu, an ancient kind, a kind unknown to most shinobi, a kind that's passed down in secrecy from generation to generation. In that room, where everyone's eyes are glued to that one person, anything could happen in a blink of an eye.

Like now.

She is still a stranger and he is still cautious. Her presence inside the safehouse is still suspicious. If she was an underling, then he hasn't heard of her. If she was an assassin, then she might strike at him anytime now, now that he's caught in her tall tale, now that his other half is still out cold.

She cleared her throat. "The rain has stopped."

He noticed it too, but the sky is still overcast, and it's getting late and Itachi is still–

Sometimes he forgets that his partner is still young.

"You do not like the story." She shifts the conversation.

He huffs. He doesn't dislike it either.

"You seen it before?"

She keeps her eyes on the Samehada.

"In books, yes. I never thought I'd see it in person."

And survive, he adds mentally.

"Live up to your expectations?"

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She smiles wryly. "I imagined it bigger."

He returns a smile, toothy and sharp, "It's hungry, thirsty, always is."

"It is alive, then." She nods, "And a living blade is far more dangerous than a dead one."

"Huh." It's his turn to eye the daisho with her, "What about yours, then? They alive too?"

"Kunishige and Kuninobu." she lays the katana on the floor and follows it with the wakizashi, "They are brothers, the first of thunder, the second of lightning."

He supposes they're as mythical as she makes it sound.

"My father forged them, and gave them to me as a birthday gift when I was five years old."

"Any story behind them?"

She shakes her head, "Not anything mythical, no. But my father did tell me he forged them during a storm, and a god had decided to grant them his power."

"A god?"

She hums in agreement and looks to the open window. The rain's come back again. He sees a flash of lightning in the distance and waits for thunder that doesn't arrive.

"Would you like to spar, Hoshigaki-san?" She asks without looking.

He stands up and lifts Samehada from the wall and grins. He was never one to sit idle anyway.

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