Seeadler, Sea-Eagle (Hoppou's Blade Noncanon?)
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Snippet 23: S0ngD0g13
Because I just remembered that the Japanese swords aren't the only ones in the Nagato Household...
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Juuchi Yosamu was grinning faintly as she listened to one of her opponents shrieking in indignation over TeamSpeak as the poor fool's Musashi slipped beneath the waves, cut to ribbons by the swift, slashing torpedo- and gunnery-attacks of the katana-spirit's Shimakaze, when she paused. Someone was watching her...
"Well-fought," said a voice that sounded like six voices overlaid on one another, from behind her.
Juuchi turned and saw a wiry white-blond figure dressed in leather armor and a curious cloak of midnight-black, leaning easily against the door. Her eyes were yellow and possessed of a keen focus, her nose aquiline, and her expression... It reminded Juuchi of herself. "Who are you?" Juuchi asked, her hand drifting toward where she lay in her scabbard.
"I am another sword of the Potter-Nagato Clan, Ten-Thousand Cold Nights. Though you needn't fear your master forsaking you for me; he'll never draw me in battle except by the leave of She Who Will Wield Me. I am a family-blade of Hoppou's line, not his."
Juuchi tilted her head. "That still doesn't tell me your name, nor just why a lump of Viking steel no older than the war's beginning calls herself an ancestral sword..." Juuchi growled low as she spoke.
The Abyssal sword hissed, and Juuchi discovered that the cloak was more than a garment as the feathers it was made of mantled in anger. "I am Seeadler, Sea-Eagle," she said, her tone venomous. "As to how I can call myself an ancestral blade, well, just listen closely. Six Abyssals swore sisterhood with one another; I and my sisters were forged from those sister-Abyssals' steel, given willingly. My first wielder was a warrior of no small renown and she aptly earned her title of 'War Demon'."
Juuchi watched warily and smelled the blood soaked into Seeadler's steel as the Abyssal blade grinned and continued. "I drank deep, in those days, tasted the blood of my wielder's foes; there's a body-count behind me to match even yours, Blade that Cuts All Without Distinction. Until one day my first wielder set me aside. She who wielded me did not take me into what would be her final battle, a battle in which she bloodied a Goddess so ancient that she was there to see the first boats launched onto the waters. Skadi, my wielder, knew her end was upon her and passed me to an honorable foe, with request that I be brought here, and given to the Shipgirl Nagato to keep in trust for the last of Skadi's blood, the Northern Princess Hoppou, until she's ready to take me up."
Seeadler smiled, her yellow eyes seeming to glow. "So yes, you over-tempered spawn of a ham-fisted scissors-grinder, I'm a family blade."
Because I just remembered that the Japanese swords aren't the only ones in the Nagato Household...
.......................................................
Juuchi Yosamu was grinning faintly as she listened to one of her opponents shrieking in indignation over TeamSpeak as the poor fool's Musashi slipped beneath the waves, cut to ribbons by the swift, slashing torpedo- and gunnery-attacks of the katana-spirit's Shimakaze, when she paused. Someone was watching her...
"Well-fought," said a voice that sounded like six voices overlaid on one another, from behind her.
Juuchi turned and saw a wiry white-blond figure dressed in leather armor and a curious cloak of midnight-black, leaning easily against the door. Her eyes were yellow and possessed of a keen focus, her nose aquiline, and her expression... It reminded Juuchi of herself. "Who are you?" Juuchi asked, her hand drifting toward where she lay in her scabbard.
"I am another sword of the Potter-Nagato Clan, Ten-Thousand Cold Nights. Though you needn't fear your master forsaking you for me; he'll never draw me in battle except by the leave of She Who Will Wield Me. I am a family-blade of Hoppou's line, not his."
Juuchi tilted her head. "That still doesn't tell me your name, nor just why a lump of Viking steel no older than the war's beginning calls herself an ancestral sword..." Juuchi growled low as she spoke.
The Abyssal sword hissed, and Juuchi discovered that the cloak was more than a garment as the feathers it was made of mantled in anger. "I am Seeadler, Sea-Eagle," she said, her tone venomous. "As to how I can call myself an ancestral blade, well, just listen closely. Six Abyssals swore sisterhood with one another; I and my sisters were forged from those sister-Abyssals' steel, given willingly. My first wielder was a warrior of no small renown and she aptly earned her title of 'War Demon'."
Juuchi watched warily and smelled the blood soaked into Seeadler's steel as the Abyssal blade grinned and continued. "I drank deep, in those days, tasted the blood of my wielder's foes; there's a body-count behind me to match even yours, Blade that Cuts All Without Distinction. Until one day my first wielder set me aside. She who wielded me did not take me into what would be her final battle, a battle in which she bloodied a Goddess so ancient that she was there to see the first boats launched onto the waters. Skadi, my wielder, knew her end was upon her and passed me to an honorable foe, with request that I be brought here, and given to the Shipgirl Nagato to keep in trust for the last of Skadi's blood, the Northern Princess Hoppou, until she's ready to take me up."
Seeadler smiled, her yellow eyes seeming to glow. "So yes, you over-tempered spawn of a ham-fisted scissors-grinder, I'm a family blade."