An Age Old Question

That familiar voice almost like a kitten hissing as it was threatened. Tsubasa could only smile at his adoptive daughter's protectiveness. Between his lips was a pocky stick something his daughter enjoyed. Mint flavored was so far the one he enjoyed most. Humans had come a long way since their beginning. He watched her draw that blade fluid as the river's current. Her movement was good and clean, he smiled as he pulled the biscuit stick from his mouth. "Good to see you Mura-chan, I've missed my favorite daughter's presence." He said smiling as the men seemed to stumble a bit at him getting up and her arriving. As they turned their blades on her his expression changed slightly. This wasn't going to do at all, they couldn't be all pointing swords at his precious daughter. Adopted sure, but the parenting guide said an overprotective parent was a good one. The movement likely escaped the drunkards as he vanished with some rather impressive speed. Their reaction to his movement was far too slow.

He walked past them as they seemed to be moving in slow motion. "Ah, I can't let something as beautiful as Muza-chan's swordplay be wasted on you in such an inebriated state." He said finally as they caught up with where he was. Which was next to his daughter as he offered her a skewer with some meats on it. He knew her likes where he sat was a small fire. He'd been hunting and cooking food out here by himself. Some fish among other things seemed to linger there. In his free hand was plum sake his daughter's favorite thing. Unlike most Tsubasa did know what she enjoyed and did keep it well in mind. This brought up an issue of sorts as he didn't want to offend the Gotei worse. He looked at the plum sake for now. His eyes drifting over to them, they didn't seem to get the situation yet. Couldn't afford to really hurt them yet. So damaging them was out realistically speaking. So perhaps it was time for them to take a decent nap at the moment.


He walked towards them as an air flowed off him and their eyes began to roll upwards. It was a kido spell being used by him as he stood in front of their vision. It only worked on those weaker and the target's choice. It wasn't really worth using in battles or such things. "Besides, Mura-chan's not like me with a burning bridge between her and the Gotei." He said calmly as the men began falling over themselves. They'd become drunk previously, he'd simply increased it till they passed out. Focusing his kido directly in a point of direction towards them. He handed Murasaki her plum sake and a piece of finely cooked meat. He looked at her stance now taking it in as he rubbed his chin. It wasn't bad really per say but he sensed she could likely use a bit of help someday. Tsubasa didn't really have an heir so to speak of his swordplay brand. The style of Five Rings and beyond it to Kierudo and finding the next person. He could pass it on to her he guessed if she wanted it.

"You've improved a great deal Mura-chan, I wanted your opinion on something. Do you think I should help when the next battle begins between the Light and Darkness? Or should the gray remain out of it for a change." Darkness would turn to light and twilight would be born in its own way. He watched as the men seemed to fall and rest in the dirt snoring happily. Tsubasa's eyes remained soft and something kind about them. He had a weakness for those he called daughters. Murasaki, Saiko, Tsubaki, these were his kryptonite as it were. If Murasaki asked him to fight he would do so. No questions would be asked as he chewed on his pocky stick again. Murasaki had her own journey to think of really. But he did enjoy seeing her and it did his heart good. Perhaps these girls were the only glimpse of the true light he would see. Tsubasa was a man forever trapped within the darkness of slaughter and that world. Blood stained his hands far more than any being could realize.

But when he helped them he felt like his repenting was at least moving forward.