Smug Sword Smugs
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Harry Leferts
Finishing his tea, Harry tossed the paper cup into the garbage before glancing at the two swords. Part of him did wonder what they were talking about after all. But the rest was focused on another fact. "Daichi-San? May I ask what is going on with Honjo Musamune?"
With a blink, the tanuki gave him a smile before looking at said sword. "Ah, yes, you're wondering why she is still here in this room? Correct?"
Harry only nodded some as he tilted his head in confusion. "Hai. I mean, the Tokugawa are still around after all and I would have thought that there would be something by now."
Sighing, Osamu shook his head. "While we have verified the sword being the correct one, there are others who are not so sure. Hence tomorrow some other experts will arrive here in order to double check our findings."
This time the annoyance they all felt came from Honjo instead of Juuchi. Said Muramasa, meanwhile, was giving off the air of being extremely amused and smug. Moments later, Honjo began to rattle in her sheath while the other sword gave off an odd clicking sound which made Harry blink. "If I did not know better, I would say that Juuchi was cackling."
Eyebrow raised, Kurosawa sipped her own tea. "What makes you think that she's not?"
Raising a finger, Harry was about to comment when he stopped and thought it over. Then he gave her a shrug. "True enough, I suppose." Ignoring the byplay of the two blades, he turned back to the conversation. "So why here though?"
In reply to that, Kurosawa gestured around them. "Can you think of somewhere safer for her, Harry-Chan? We're in the Yokosuka tunnel system which is designed to protect against air raids. Not to mention that we're deep enough into it that no one could reach here without going through several Marines and guards. Besides that, this room has a special lock on it that only a few can open. It's not thief proof, but close enough for us."
Nodding slightly, Daichi chuckled some. "There is also the matter of scheduling the event when you return her officially. From what I heard, Naka-San is going to livestream it on her site and Aoba-San is going to be there taking notes and pictures for her newsletter. It won't be for a few weeks yet. Besides, from what I know everyone is busy for the wedding of Haruna-San and Rose-San."
The black haired boy became thoughtful at that. "I guess that's true enough. And it gives me some time to write the letter with help from Mum about taking so long to return Honjo Masamune. And starting tomorrow Ron and the others will be coming, though Aunt Myrtle is first."
Eyebrow raised, Kurosawa blinked. "Myrtle-San? But I thought that she was bound to Hogwarts being a ghost? She did get killed there, right? And Aunt Myrtle?"
Just shrugging, Harry shook his head. "Yeah, Aunt Myrtle. Turns out that her and my Great-Uncle on my mother's side were really close and were all but courting despite being in their early teens when she died. As to being bound, she sort of was since she forced there by the Ministry after haunting that bully who was the reason she was there when she was killed by the Basilisk. But according to Haru-San, me killing it loosened the binding enough and she's friends with Rose and Haruna-Oba. After all, Rose knew her when she was alive since her and my great uncle often used the tea set she's the tsukumogami of."
Head tilted to the side, Osamu frowned some. "Oh yeah, I heard about that. The Basilisk was a thousand years old and you killed it with a sword, right?"
Blushing some, the wizard gave a nod. "Um, hai? I mean, it was Gryffindor's sword and..." Hearing a rattle, he held up his hands as he looked at Juuchi who seemed extremely annoyed. "Sorry! This was before I knew where you were and it was the closest blade... Well, the Sorting Hat dropped it on my head, but just same. Besides, I wasn't that good with it and sort of hacked at it until stabbing it in the mouth and it biting me-" Once more, the sword started to rattle, this time with worry, anger, and concern which made him wave his hands more. "Whoa! Whoa! I'm okay, I only almost died thanks to Fawkes, a pheonix crying into my wound and-"
If anything, that only increased the amount of emotions that Juuchi was giving off as Daichi sipped his tea while watching Harry try to explain. "Somehow, I do not think that your explanation is helping much, Harry-San."
As he winced, Harry gave a nod. "Um, yes, somehow I don't think that it is..." Glancing at Juuchi, he grimaced as he somehow knew that he was being told off. "Um, right, so the wedding. Aunt Myrtle will be the first guest from Britain to be there. Ron and the others will show up in the next couple of days."
Eyes wide, Kurosawa leaned forwards some. "So is it true?" Seeing the confusion, she chewed her lip before continuing. "That the Imperial Household is sending a representative to the wedding?"
Unnoticed by any of them, Juuchi suddenly stopped rattling and focused on the conversation. If she had her own avatar out, Honjo would have whipped her head around and stared in shock as Harry nodded. "Of course they are. She was the Emperor's Ship for a time and had Emperor Shōwa's Otouto as a crewmember." Scratching his head, he frowned. "I'm not exactly sure what sort of relationship Haruna-Oba and the rest of the Kongous have with the Imperial Household, but she was able to speak with the Emperor directly."
On the table, Juuchi once more gave off a feeling of pure smug and pride.
A few hours later, Harry was walking along with Juuchi in one hand as he made his way back to the apartment. Looking down at the Muramasa, he sighed. "I know that you're still angry with me about the whole Basilisk bit." The blade was silent and he knew that she was paying attention. "To be honest? I wish that I had known about you and that you were there. Though I don't know how to use you properly so it would probably have been insulting-"
Freezing, Harry felt two arms wrap around him before a voice whispered in his ear. "No, it would not have been insulting, my Lord. Quite the opposite and I would have slain it for threatening you and spilled it's blood everywhere for it's attempt on your life. That I swear upon my honor. But if you wish to know how to properly use me, you need but ask."
Just as Harry turned his head, the arms vanished and there was nothing there. Blinking, he looked down at the sword and raised an eyebrow. "Did you just..." There was a small rattle and he chuckled. "Thank you." His expression then became a pout. "But you couldn't have stayed out long enough for me to finally see you?"
The only answer from Juuchi was smugness and amusement. Somehow, Harry did not know how or why, but he knew that she was laughing at him which only made him pout more. He did pick up some more blood oranges though and left them out by her as a peace offering. Once he was asleep though, Juuchi brought out her physical avatar before grabbing an orange and peeling it. That done, she pulled out the game console and put on the earphones.
Soon, the sweet, sweet sound of people screaming about how they are going to kill her to regain their honor and losing it again entered her ears. As they did so, a smirk grew on her face even as she darkly chuckled. They were nearly as delicious as the oranges she kept popping pieces of into her mouth after all...
Finishing his tea, Harry tossed the paper cup into the garbage before glancing at the two swords. Part of him did wonder what they were talking about after all. But the rest was focused on another fact. "Daichi-San? May I ask what is going on with Honjo Musamune?"
With a blink, the tanuki gave him a smile before looking at said sword. "Ah, yes, you're wondering why she is still here in this room? Correct?"
Harry only nodded some as he tilted his head in confusion. "Hai. I mean, the Tokugawa are still around after all and I would have thought that there would be something by now."
Sighing, Osamu shook his head. "While we have verified the sword being the correct one, there are others who are not so sure. Hence tomorrow some other experts will arrive here in order to double check our findings."
This time the annoyance they all felt came from Honjo instead of Juuchi. Said Muramasa, meanwhile, was giving off the air of being extremely amused and smug. Moments later, Honjo began to rattle in her sheath while the other sword gave off an odd clicking sound which made Harry blink. "If I did not know better, I would say that Juuchi was cackling."
Eyebrow raised, Kurosawa sipped her own tea. "What makes you think that she's not?"
Raising a finger, Harry was about to comment when he stopped and thought it over. Then he gave her a shrug. "True enough, I suppose." Ignoring the byplay of the two blades, he turned back to the conversation. "So why here though?"
In reply to that, Kurosawa gestured around them. "Can you think of somewhere safer for her, Harry-Chan? We're in the Yokosuka tunnel system which is designed to protect against air raids. Not to mention that we're deep enough into it that no one could reach here without going through several Marines and guards. Besides that, this room has a special lock on it that only a few can open. It's not thief proof, but close enough for us."
Nodding slightly, Daichi chuckled some. "There is also the matter of scheduling the event when you return her officially. From what I heard, Naka-San is going to livestream it on her site and Aoba-San is going to be there taking notes and pictures for her newsletter. It won't be for a few weeks yet. Besides, from what I know everyone is busy for the wedding of Haruna-San and Rose-San."
The black haired boy became thoughtful at that. "I guess that's true enough. And it gives me some time to write the letter with help from Mum about taking so long to return Honjo Masamune. And starting tomorrow Ron and the others will be coming, though Aunt Myrtle is first."
Eyebrow raised, Kurosawa blinked. "Myrtle-San? But I thought that she was bound to Hogwarts being a ghost? She did get killed there, right? And Aunt Myrtle?"
Just shrugging, Harry shook his head. "Yeah, Aunt Myrtle. Turns out that her and my Great-Uncle on my mother's side were really close and were all but courting despite being in their early teens when she died. As to being bound, she sort of was since she forced there by the Ministry after haunting that bully who was the reason she was there when she was killed by the Basilisk. But according to Haru-San, me killing it loosened the binding enough and she's friends with Rose and Haruna-Oba. After all, Rose knew her when she was alive since her and my great uncle often used the tea set she's the tsukumogami of."
Head tilted to the side, Osamu frowned some. "Oh yeah, I heard about that. The Basilisk was a thousand years old and you killed it with a sword, right?"
Blushing some, the wizard gave a nod. "Um, hai? I mean, it was Gryffindor's sword and..." Hearing a rattle, he held up his hands as he looked at Juuchi who seemed extremely annoyed. "Sorry! This was before I knew where you were and it was the closest blade... Well, the Sorting Hat dropped it on my head, but just same. Besides, I wasn't that good with it and sort of hacked at it until stabbing it in the mouth and it biting me-" Once more, the sword started to rattle, this time with worry, anger, and concern which made him wave his hands more. "Whoa! Whoa! I'm okay, I only almost died thanks to Fawkes, a pheonix crying into my wound and-"
If anything, that only increased the amount of emotions that Juuchi was giving off as Daichi sipped his tea while watching Harry try to explain. "Somehow, I do not think that your explanation is helping much, Harry-San."
As he winced, Harry gave a nod. "Um, yes, somehow I don't think that it is..." Glancing at Juuchi, he grimaced as he somehow knew that he was being told off. "Um, right, so the wedding. Aunt Myrtle will be the first guest from Britain to be there. Ron and the others will show up in the next couple of days."
Eyes wide, Kurosawa leaned forwards some. "So is it true?" Seeing the confusion, she chewed her lip before continuing. "That the Imperial Household is sending a representative to the wedding?"
Unnoticed by any of them, Juuchi suddenly stopped rattling and focused on the conversation. If she had her own avatar out, Honjo would have whipped her head around and stared in shock as Harry nodded. "Of course they are. She was the Emperor's Ship for a time and had Emperor Shōwa's Otouto as a crewmember." Scratching his head, he frowned. "I'm not exactly sure what sort of relationship Haruna-Oba and the rest of the Kongous have with the Imperial Household, but she was able to speak with the Emperor directly."
On the table, Juuchi once more gave off a feeling of pure smug and pride.
A few hours later, Harry was walking along with Juuchi in one hand as he made his way back to the apartment. Looking down at the Muramasa, he sighed. "I know that you're still angry with me about the whole Basilisk bit." The blade was silent and he knew that she was paying attention. "To be honest? I wish that I had known about you and that you were there. Though I don't know how to use you properly so it would probably have been insulting-"
Freezing, Harry felt two arms wrap around him before a voice whispered in his ear. "No, it would not have been insulting, my Lord. Quite the opposite and I would have slain it for threatening you and spilled it's blood everywhere for it's attempt on your life. That I swear upon my honor. But if you wish to know how to properly use me, you need but ask."
Just as Harry turned his head, the arms vanished and there was nothing there. Blinking, he looked down at the sword and raised an eyebrow. "Did you just..." There was a small rattle and he chuckled. "Thank you." His expression then became a pout. "But you couldn't have stayed out long enough for me to finally see you?"
The only answer from Juuchi was smugness and amusement. Somehow, Harry did not know how or why, but he knew that she was laughing at him which only made him pout more. He did pick up some more blood oranges though and left them out by her as a peace offering. Once he was asleep though, Juuchi brought out her physical avatar before grabbing an orange and peeling it. That done, she pulled out the game console and put on the earphones.
Soon, the sweet, sweet sound of people screaming about how they are going to kill her to regain their honor and losing it again entered her ears. As they did so, a smirk grew on her face even as she darkly chuckled. They were nearly as delicious as the oranges she kept popping pieces of into her mouth after all...