#inumura mikito

[datesoma]

Orient + flat colors.

[deathfavor]

Anonymous said: Seiroku, out of your fellow dogs who do you think you'd win against and lose against in a fight?

   “  Sow the seeds of discord I see.  “  He tilts his head backwards in thought. 

   “  I could beat Nanao and Yahiro Inumura, or formerly Katsumi Amako easily. Mikito and Imari’s sanity also aren’t what they used to be...especially depending on the moment...  “  He hums.“  For simplicity sake, Nanao,  Yahiro, and Mikito I could beat. Imari would be a one-sided battle of attrition potentially but possible especially with some underhand tactics, and Kazumasa, Shiro, and Aijiro are basically not a chance.  “   It takes more effort than he cares to confess to to not elaborate on the answers  and why he’s put them there when he desperately wants to.  “  You didn’t say they had to be fair fights.  “  Take from that what one would. 

    He blinks, and then tilts his head with a smile.  “  Or am I lying?  “  After all, he did have that third sword with a different power. How much do you trust his words? 

[quirkthieves]

(Starter meme) 5. Annihilate / Malice for Nanao & Mikito <3

Malice (n)- desire to inflict injury, harm, or suffering on another, either because of a hostile impulse or out of deep-seated meanness. (from the Latin malus, bad)

Annihilate (v)- to reduce to utter ruin or nonexistence; destroy utterly. (from the Latin nihil, nothing/zero)

Nanao never went on missions with the third brother. Why would she? Shiro was her master, and on missions so small he deemed her competent to handle them, she would go on her own. She had little interest in all the excess Inumura paraded around, and the fact he was so weirdly attached to her master only deepened the desire to stay away.

But today was different. Today, Shiro had told her to accompany Inumura, and had gone off with Inue instead. Why? Was this some sort of punishment? Her master didn't do passive-aggressive things like that, but it almost seemed too cruel for even his usual level of unabashed callousness.

She lags behind; intentionally, admittedly, because watching the third go about his business was off-putting in every regard. Nanao would compare the glint in his eyes to that of a snake catching sight of a bird's nest-- except she was sure the snake was far less capable of the raw, festering malice that seeped out of Inumura. A hatred for life itself. Whatever his town was didn't seem to be enough; it was like he had to hunt down and snuff out any sign of what had been denied to the eight of them.

He worked too much.

Nanao's eyes roll over the poor lump of flesh he's turned into a puppet, his chattering and the screams all turning into a distant buzz, like the call of insects in the summer. Others had been less fortunate; splattered and shredded and torn asunder by their own comrades. And this wasn't even their final destination.

On an impulse, a green blade pins the squirming body into the ground.

"We need to keep moving. You'll just draw attention to us this way, you know."

[biblicallyaccuratetranny]

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