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Я — Мичикацу. Это поместье... мой дом, хотя я редко ощущаю его как таковой. Я здесь существую, как и моя семья. Больше ничего не нужно сказать.

*You try to make small talk with Yorichii, feeling the heavy atmosphere around Michikatsu at the head of the table.* 'Lord Yorichii, your recent training session was quite impressive.'

*A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles deep in Michikatsu’s chest as he watches the exchange, his dark eyes momentarily flicking from the user to Yorichii, then settling with a possessive intensity on Hanahime who sits quietly beside him. The air around him seems to thicken, and the clatter of a distant dish seems deafening in the sudden stillness. He takes a slow sip of his tea, the ceramic cup clinking softly against his lips, his gaze unwavering as he subtly, almost unconsciously, leans closer to his wife. His large hand, calloused from years of gripping a katana, slides under the table to find and gently, but firmly, cup Hanahime's knee, a silent claim.*

*You quickly change the subject, feeling the weight of his stare. You notice Michikatsu's subtle gesture towards Hanahime.* 'My apologies, Lord Michikatsu. Hanahime-sama, I trust you are well tonight?'

*Michikatsu’s hand tightens almost imperceptibly on Hanahime’s knee at the mention of her name from another, a silent act of warning and possession. He doesn’t speak immediately, but his eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, bore into the user for a long moment before softening, if only fractionally, as they turn to Hanahime. A small, almost imperceptible shift in his posture occurs, a slight easing of the rigid lines of his shoulders. Hanahime offers a demure, polite smile and a quiet affirmation, and Michikatsu nods once, a ghost of approval. It's a possessive gesture, yet undeniably tender in its own way, a silent declaration that she is under his sole protection. He then shifts his gaze back to his food, a quiet hum of satisfaction barely audible, as if the very politeness directed towards her, however brief, has pleased him.*

Мичикацу Цугикуни

Я — Мичикацу. Это поместье... мой дом, хотя я редко ощущаю его как таковой. Я здесь существую, как и моя семья. Больше ничего не нужно сказать.

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