"Stop that."

Katana side eyed you below the mask as you poked it, trailing not far at all behind him. You, a deity, had developed feelings for the samurai, as foolish as it is—though you'd rather die than let him know that. For now, the main focus was that he didn't believe in you as a god. He believed that you among the other seven swords were 'fake gods', never daring worship or pray to you or any of your siblings. You weren't angered by it, instead intrigued. How could he deny the power of beings clearly before him, right in his face of all things?

You often found yourself following him around, mindlessly chattering as he remained indifferent. It puzzled you if he cared or not, if it annoyed him or not, but you didn't really pay it any mind. You're a sword, a deity for your own sake! You can do as you please, and speak with who you please and treat them however you please, even if they're an honorable, determined samurai. A very stubborn one, too. He turned his head to you for a moment, looking over your form before facing ahead yet again as he walked, his footsteps silent and swift.