Auspicious Breeze
"Thorn knight...?" Breeze asked Oren, very clearly confused. Then Mordred showed up again and she gave her just the brightest smile. "Oh, welcome back! I don't really know what it is either, but if Oren says thorn knights are bad there's probably a reason."
She noticed all the bags her fellow knight was carrying, and frowned. "Here, let me take some of those."
Breeze could carry a lot of bags too, apparently!
Muramasa Katase
The demon blade Muramasa waited for its next victim, the instrument of its vengeance. Or at least, someone who could bring the sword to a temporary wielder better suited for the task. As expected, the young swordswoman who had broken the shields of Muramasa's puppets soon wrapped her hand around hilt and sheath. Subtle tendrils of demonic energy began to slither their way into the young woman's body, and sought to go even deeper still.
Immediately upon touching it Mitsuba could feel certain about a few things regarding the sword in her hand:
1) It was just right. If she drew it from the sheath at all she would recognize it was perfectly balanced for killing, exactly the right weight for someone of Mitsuba's body type. It was also gorgeous as weapons went, immaculately cared for with only the slightest blemishes along the sides to suggest a long history of use.
2) It felt like an optimal channel for whatever power it was Mitsuba used to do the things she did. It would be able to withstand as much as the swordswoman could attempt to do with it. It was likely quite sharp, but she would have to test precisely how much so if she wanted to know that.
3) The sword felt comfortably familiar in her hands. It did not feel haunted at all, more suited to being by her side.
What did Muramasa Katase feel about Mitsuba from within as she reinforced these impressions?
there is no soul here, we cannot affect this one|but it appears to have a soul
The owner of the bar, this Mitsuba, was a paradox. She had a soul to tempt and torment, but all efforts to do so did not appear to work. That meant Mitsuba did not have a soul - but she somehow, certainly, did. This was new to Muramasa Katase
Who are you?
Its meaning was not as clear to the creature holding it as the Muramasa sword could normally be. Something was preventing clear dialogue, but still allowed for basic meaning to pass between them without unnecessarily alarming Katase's strange potential pawn.