It honestly hadn't astonished him in the slightest when he received a set of curious stares in response to the puff ball. If at all, it was expected, since the swordsman harbored the same expression the first time he'd encountered Nigiri as it took a fair amount of fondness for a blonde it barely knew. Although, more important than the ball of fluff and the mystery surrounding it's biologic composition was Charlotte, and the face she made after. Her's was the form of a child that cowers at even the slightest implication of battle -and that was okay, it was a natural reaction for something as delicate as her, and it hadn't bothered him enough to not consider putting more effort into ensuring her safety, especially at how she seemed to stiffen at his move to reach for Kushinada.
Had her upbringing been so sheltered that a weapon's shine conjured fear into her? Perhaps. But if her fright for feud was so strong, then it implied that the thought of blood was most unsightly for her sort of innocence. Having to result to the dull end of his weapon was neither a problem nor a hindrance to him, however, and in his head, he'd plead mercy from his other spirits who might've been opposed to Terith's decision to adapt a pacifistic approach. He'd done it in the past across several accounts, and this was no different of a circumstance - the blonde could easily make do, despite it being a decision that wholesomely defeated Kushinada's purpose to cut. "That's fine Charlotte."
he said, his eyes softening under the dim lighting of the corridor, "Do what you can - although that doesn't mean me and Miss Starstruck would allow the situation to come to a point where your only action is to run."
Terith was immediately prompted to cast his focus to the other woman with them, who seemed to usher the notion of silence with a strong 'Hush!', something that he wasn't hesitant to comply to as he realized the barrage of noise at the very same moment, easily deciphered as distinctive human speech. He'd watch Haia separate her cape from her person, tossing the fabric over the little girl's figure like a protective drape, an interesting choice of action despite her appearance, something that briefly drew an amused sigh from him.
Though she had already began her move even before he could reply, there was no delay in his decision to follow suite, deftly curving the cape over Charlotte effectively as he walked her closer to an adjacent wall. "This won't take too long...close your eyes if you must, but I'll be back before you know it."
His voice seemed to fade with a click to his hip, turning a heel so the gleam of Kushinada's metal tang escaped the girl's line of sight. The seconds were quick as they were worthwhile, where the swordsman wasted none as he opened his Chronicle for Masamune's forge, the old blacksmith nodding solemnly before masterfully generating two copies of his sword, allowing two to hit his targets across the length of their exposed chests. The sound of their groans came with surprising spontaneity, although not enough to dull his focus as he subsequently beckoned to the old, grumpy soul of Hijikata Toshiro.
Underneath his ecliptic black stare was a fierce judgement for his choice of actions, but nonetheless complaint to his vessel's terms as he gave the specifics for his famed Hirazuki. By now, the Shinsengumi captain had just enough of an ounce of trust to not comment on his horrible stance and ungraceful handling of his sword in general, only living to a small sigh as his commentary, and that much Terith was grateful for, skillfully allowing his body to be dragged along by the Hirazuki's energies.
From one point to another with a breeze of blue - that was the point of the Hirazuki, where the fury of consecutive sword cuts on several enemies had been blurred into a single heartbeat. Although it was originally meant to be dealt with the sharp end of his sword, Terith seemed to have flipped Kushinada in the heat of the moment, in time to force much of his strength into a blunt impact to their necks and abdomens over three successful rotations. It was satisfying as it was safe to assume that the pain rivaled that of a typical bludgeoning weapon, crippling their two adversaries to a point where they crawled out at the floor in breathless unison, feeling the intensity with scrunched up faces."K-kh...why you..."
one managed to utter, several breaths before Terith managed a bonk to his head with Kushinada's handle, effectively cutting him off by lulling him into a dreamless slumber. The swordsman approached the less verbal one, who easily stroke him as hardly experienced in the area of thievery. "Hey,"
he calmly spoke, lowering his Etherblade with little regard, "I won't do much to you and your friend over there if you tell me where your boss is."
The rookie bit his lip, both in agony and hesitance. With little to do apart from struggle, his head hung back in defeat, mercy sprawled over his face. "H-he's....heading...for the treasure room...a-as we speak. Just follow...the cut vines..."
The blonde took the liberty of replying with nothing but a nod. Perhaps being forgiving wasn't his strong point - caution was, and with another, crisp thump to the bone-y conjuncture of the rookie's neck and shoulder, his body went limp with sleep.
A voice from the other side of Chronicle seemed slightly amused, the image of Yasusada sitting cross-legged at the threshold all but familiar to him. '...You rely too much on pressure points, what if you never hit them right?''That's what I have you for.'
he muttered back, hardly fazed by the spirit's teasing. True to his word, Terith placed Yasusada at the Chronicle to manage his finesse, and that meant a relative increase to his precision. It was admittedly a gamble, but he hoped prior that his chances were higher with someone managing the Threshold as skillfully as the imprint of the old sword.'Fair enough.'
Yasusada breathed, his presence lingering for a brief moment until it dispersed with the vessel's move to sheathe Kushinada back into its scabbard. The swordsman broke into a small sprint as he approached Charlotte, wondering if she was appalled by his display with a tinge of worry. "All clear."
he told her, lips curling to a cheery grin, though his manner of speech somewhat referred to Haia and Charlotte both.
- Stats n' Stuff:
HP: 200 | MP: 85% | SPELL CD: 0/3 (Haikyo) | 1/3 Weak Enemies | 1/5 Normal Enemies
►Hijikata no Haikyo: Upon appealing, the strategic genius Hijikata Toshizo temporary lets his vessel borrow his signature Hirazuki, a versatile stance which begins with the user holding his katana parallel to the ground and up near the shoulder. From this position, a quick, powerful and extensive thrust can be initiated and then, if necessary, altered to form a sideways slash. This Hirazuki involves Terith dashing across an area after assuming the given stance, hitting his enemies with either the blunt or the sharp end of his sword.
The movement needed to conduct this action is made possible through Toshi's providence of a necessary speed stat, adding another 10 meters per second to his vessel's base speed. The Hirazuki will also rely on the number of blades that have been formed from Masamune's Forge, as they act as its "marker". Any target within a 30 meter radius that had been hit with a ghost copy of the vessel's Etherblade will automatically be hit by the Hirazuki in a spur of a moment.
►Masamune no Tanzō [Signature]: Masamune is widely recognized as Japan's greatest swordsmith, forging many blades such as daggers and tachis respectively. Though he can only converse with this spirit for a short moment, Terith feels Masamune's divinity and regards it with high respects. The old man is certainly pleased by Terith's efforts to understand the magic as a part of him and therefor has allowed him to temporarily borrow his forge to conjure up several ghost copies of his Etherblade that will instantaneously hurl themselves towards a designated direction at a max of 40 meters away from him, with a max speed of 20 meters/per second. All the ghost copies deal damage that ranks up with user and maxes out at S-rank.
►The Threshold of Masters [UA]: This ability notably polishes his overall performance in battle. At best, he regularly uses this ability to be able to deal consecutive slashes with his sword in a given second without his hand going numb (which as of current equates to 5 slashes per second), or asking the spirits to control his finesse so he's movements are smoother and more refined, allowing him to reach inhumane feats such as increasing his max jumping height up to 40 meters. Any vacant imprint can take this job in managing the threshold, and Terith can only assign one specific job (e.g. dodging, maximizing the slashes he does) to the vacant imprint. This is to avoid Terith relying on his imprints too much and neglecting his training which is still relevant at his current stage of power.
The Threshold is only open to the greater spirits and can only be held by an imprint whose under cool down. If the spirit is currently active, he can't take over the threshold until his duration is over.