seeing the mettle (very likely noncanon)
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Here is the continuation of my snippet from earlier, as our ninja Kaiju didn't say anything was wrong with my assumptions.
takes place after Dementor Attack
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Haruna looked at the woman leaning against the wall opposite her before she shifted in her seat.
"Haruna does not trust you."
The woman merely smiled at her.
Rose, who was waiting for her turn to visit Harry turned to her wife, "Haruna, I can't believe you! She has done nothing untoward to earn your ire."
"She is correct though. You should not trust me." The woman leaning against the wall interrupted.
"Oh? What have you done recently that should cause mistrust? The night you saved Harry from something worse than death, or the fact that this is the first time you are not at Harry's side, leaving only once his mother and sister arrived?"
"I am a Muramasa Blade. Arguably the greatest of the Muramasa blades. My siblings exacted a deadly toll on the now Shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu, and as such the legends around us, strengthened. What happened after that is not unheard of among the Supernatural. The claims of bloodlust and madness became cases of. I myself caused people to attack friends and foes without distinction.
So no, you should not trust me."
"That was a pretty history lesson, where there was much spoken of but little actually said. Now, I ask you again. What harm do you pose to young master?"
Juuchi Yosamu smiled at Rose after she finished. Unlike her previous smile, which was merely a play of muscles and flesh underneath here face, this smile held an unexpected amount of warmth.
"Ah, there it is. That quality every Potter and their retainers possess." Seeing that Rose was about to speak again Juuchi continued, "Perhaps I shall weave you a tale and at the end you can determine for yourself if I am a threat to our lord?"
"This tale starts centuries ago, as all good tales do. I was, unconcerned, about what was happening as all I cared about was the fact that I had been drawn and that I had tasted flesh and drank blood once again. I later learned that a brother of a well born lady was, disappointed, and rather offended at his sister's decision to help a foreigner. I have not, and do not care to learn more about it because it is boring. Well, I don't care beyond the fact that this is the start of my coming in the Potter family's care. The Potter I was eventually gifted to had come to the home of the lady who had helped a lost man find his way back to the Foreigner's quarter to pay back the favor with gifts. He was able to stop her brother's rampage with minimal bloodshed. The exact circumstances beyond that escape me.
My existence after that did not change much from what it had before, namely being stored, removed from storage, and the cutting of flesh, though it was never enough. This changed when one day I was unsheathed in a barren room and sheathed with but the barest sip of blood. This set of events happened often enough that it managed to come to my attention, despite my madness.
It was the third child of the one who brought me out of Nippon that treated me thus. At first I was furious, more so then normal. How dare this ingrate unsheathe me then do nothing? The insult! I then noticed after a time that he was the third in line of succession, after even a female. Now, I though, he wanted to commit Seppuku yet could not find the nerve. At times he had his sister in the room when I was unsheathed. Now, I thought, he was going to strike her down. So eager was I for blood that I unleashed all of my pent up madness and bloodlust. Now, I thought, I was going to slay someone again, possibly the entire family.
I was wrong. I learned a valuable lesson about the Potter that day. Potters are always tested by Fate. Events that would crush others are a crucible to a Potter, and as such they know their own emotions, their own will. Here was a third son, a scholar, skin pale from spending time indoors perusing musty tomes over training his body; yet he knew himself enough that when my torrent of wants, needs, and madness washed over him he knew these to not be his own wants and needs and let them pass him by. He ignored me.
This is not to say that during this time I was only used by him, that I was in fact used as all swords should be. I cut down my wielder's foe with nary a hesitation. There was a difference in how I was handled by the Potters as compared to my previous users. Opposed to the hatred, and later terror, that was directed at me by my wielders in Japan the Potters treated me as a weapon. There was caution concerning my ability to affect the emotions of my wielder, as Potters are not fools. They are many words that can describe a Potter, but foolish is rarely one of them. In the hands of a Potter I was used to defend that which they cherished and thus I was a tool. A superbly crafted one with few peers, but a tool none the less. My legend, the terror I inspired meant nothing beyond a story to repeat. Potters do not put stock in the idea that a person, or object, has only one way to react to the world.
I can only assume that the third son had heard of the legend of Tamamo-no-Mae and how the monk listened to her and let her repent after sitting through her storming and raging. The third son was no monk, but I, I am not Tamamo-no-Mae. He was able to reach through my madness and helped me to become more.
That is not to say that my bloodlust is gone. That cannot be farther from the truth but I can contain it. I am content to wait because out lord is a Potter, and as a Potter he has his enemies. Don't frown like that, this is truth. A Potter, through their words and actions, be they good or ill, through them merely living they create enemies. Enemies that will never suffer a Potter to live, and so they act. At that time I can react and satisfy myself.
So tell me little teapot, am I a threat?"
"I believe I understand. I am a teapot, just as you are a sword; and we are both owned by the Potter Family."
"Exactly."
"Haruna is glad to hear this, but now she must ask, is this why you kept returning to Harry's side even after he returned you to Japan?"
Juuchi shifted against the wall. "If my Lord demands that I be sent to Japan even now, then I as a loyal retainer shall follow his command. Even if, even…"
"Even if you do not wish to," Rose finished for her, "But would you not be happy to return home to Japan?"
Juuchi scoffed at her, "Home is a place where you are accepted, where you are wanted. Japan was never that to me. I was held in too much terror and spite for that place to be every my home. With the Potters I was accepted. At times I was even taken out to be show off to the family. I remember James, hearing about how he was flirting with a firebrand before I was locked up in that chest with that prissy bitch Honjo for the last few decades. She was absolutely unbearable to deal with," Rose and Haruna looked at each other at this.
"I will admit that I would like to meet with some of my siblings, if they still exist. It wouldn't surprise me if they were destroyed though, to rid the world of their 'curse.'" Juuchi finished.
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I hope this is coherent enough for people. I thought of most of this as I was driving around during work, and as such I wasn't able to write down most of my ideas until later, losing the greater impact I thought up.
Here is the continuation of my snippet from earlier, as our ninja Kaiju didn't say anything was wrong with my assumptions.
takes place after Dementor Attack
=============================================================
Haruna looked at the woman leaning against the wall opposite her before she shifted in her seat.
"Haruna does not trust you."
The woman merely smiled at her.
Rose, who was waiting for her turn to visit Harry turned to her wife, "Haruna, I can't believe you! She has done nothing untoward to earn your ire."
"She is correct though. You should not trust me." The woman leaning against the wall interrupted.
"Oh? What have you done recently that should cause mistrust? The night you saved Harry from something worse than death, or the fact that this is the first time you are not at Harry's side, leaving only once his mother and sister arrived?"
"I am a Muramasa Blade. Arguably the greatest of the Muramasa blades. My siblings exacted a deadly toll on the now Shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu, and as such the legends around us, strengthened. What happened after that is not unheard of among the Supernatural. The claims of bloodlust and madness became cases of. I myself caused people to attack friends and foes without distinction.
So no, you should not trust me."
"That was a pretty history lesson, where there was much spoken of but little actually said. Now, I ask you again. What harm do you pose to young master?"
Juuchi Yosamu smiled at Rose after she finished. Unlike her previous smile, which was merely a play of muscles and flesh underneath here face, this smile held an unexpected amount of warmth.
"Ah, there it is. That quality every Potter and their retainers possess." Seeing that Rose was about to speak again Juuchi continued, "Perhaps I shall weave you a tale and at the end you can determine for yourself if I am a threat to our lord?"
"This tale starts centuries ago, as all good tales do. I was, unconcerned, about what was happening as all I cared about was the fact that I had been drawn and that I had tasted flesh and drank blood once again. I later learned that a brother of a well born lady was, disappointed, and rather offended at his sister's decision to help a foreigner. I have not, and do not care to learn more about it because it is boring. Well, I don't care beyond the fact that this is the start of my coming in the Potter family's care. The Potter I was eventually gifted to had come to the home of the lady who had helped a lost man find his way back to the Foreigner's quarter to pay back the favor with gifts. He was able to stop her brother's rampage with minimal bloodshed. The exact circumstances beyond that escape me.
My existence after that did not change much from what it had before, namely being stored, removed from storage, and the cutting of flesh, though it was never enough. This changed when one day I was unsheathed in a barren room and sheathed with but the barest sip of blood. This set of events happened often enough that it managed to come to my attention, despite my madness.
It was the third child of the one who brought me out of Nippon that treated me thus. At first I was furious, more so then normal. How dare this ingrate unsheathe me then do nothing? The insult! I then noticed after a time that he was the third in line of succession, after even a female. Now, I though, he wanted to commit Seppuku yet could not find the nerve. At times he had his sister in the room when I was unsheathed. Now, I thought, he was going to strike her down. So eager was I for blood that I unleashed all of my pent up madness and bloodlust. Now, I thought, I was going to slay someone again, possibly the entire family.
I was wrong. I learned a valuable lesson about the Potter that day. Potters are always tested by Fate. Events that would crush others are a crucible to a Potter, and as such they know their own emotions, their own will. Here was a third son, a scholar, skin pale from spending time indoors perusing musty tomes over training his body; yet he knew himself enough that when my torrent of wants, needs, and madness washed over him he knew these to not be his own wants and needs and let them pass him by. He ignored me.
This is not to say that during this time I was only used by him, that I was in fact used as all swords should be. I cut down my wielder's foe with nary a hesitation. There was a difference in how I was handled by the Potters as compared to my previous users. Opposed to the hatred, and later terror, that was directed at me by my wielders in Japan the Potters treated me as a weapon. There was caution concerning my ability to affect the emotions of my wielder, as Potters are not fools. They are many words that can describe a Potter, but foolish is rarely one of them. In the hands of a Potter I was used to defend that which they cherished and thus I was a tool. A superbly crafted one with few peers, but a tool none the less. My legend, the terror I inspired meant nothing beyond a story to repeat. Potters do not put stock in the idea that a person, or object, has only one way to react to the world.
I can only assume that the third son had heard of the legend of Tamamo-no-Mae and how the monk listened to her and let her repent after sitting through her storming and raging. The third son was no monk, but I, I am not Tamamo-no-Mae. He was able to reach through my madness and helped me to become more.
That is not to say that my bloodlust is gone. That cannot be farther from the truth but I can contain it. I am content to wait because out lord is a Potter, and as a Potter he has his enemies. Don't frown like that, this is truth. A Potter, through their words and actions, be they good or ill, through them merely living they create enemies. Enemies that will never suffer a Potter to live, and so they act. At that time I can react and satisfy myself.
So tell me little teapot, am I a threat?"
"I believe I understand. I am a teapot, just as you are a sword; and we are both owned by the Potter Family."
"Exactly."
"Haruna is glad to hear this, but now she must ask, is this why you kept returning to Harry's side even after he returned you to Japan?"
Juuchi shifted against the wall. "If my Lord demands that I be sent to Japan even now, then I as a loyal retainer shall follow his command. Even if, even…"
"Even if you do not wish to," Rose finished for her, "But would you not be happy to return home to Japan?"
Juuchi scoffed at her, "Home is a place where you are accepted, where you are wanted. Japan was never that to me. I was held in too much terror and spite for that place to be every my home. With the Potters I was accepted. At times I was even taken out to be show off to the family. I remember James, hearing about how he was flirting with a firebrand before I was locked up in that chest with that prissy bitch Honjo for the last few decades. She was absolutely unbearable to deal with," Rose and Haruna looked at each other at this.
"I will admit that I would like to meet with some of my siblings, if they still exist. It wouldn't surprise me if they were destroyed though, to rid the world of their 'curse.'" Juuchi finished.
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I hope this is coherent enough for people. I thought of most of this as I was driving around during work, and as such I wasn't able to write down most of my ideas until later, losing the greater impact I thought up.
