Besides, the guy looked like a heartbroken wife who'd been cast aside. How was she supposed to tell him to leave?
Yuko forced a smile, strode up, and gave him a hearty pat on the shoulder. "All right, all right. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and come back with me. You're a grown man. Why are you acting like an abandoned wife?"
Muramasa didn't look up. He stared blankly at the ground. "Go back... Is there any point?"
That was the problem.
Yuko's head throbbed. Even with her powers of persuasion maxed out, all she could do was laugh it off. "How are you moodier than a teenage girl?"
Please! Just get out of my house!
You're not welcome here!
Muramasa closed his eyes and sank completely into despair. "...As a Zanpakuto, my only wish is to fight alongside my master. But I don't have a master anymore."
I know! But don't mope around in her inner world!
Yuko looked up at Shinobu and made frantic faces at her.
Come on, Shinobu! Kick him out, and my conscience can rest easy.
Shinobu blinked.
So you want me to be the bad guy?
Exactly. Then when we get out, I can say you lost your temper and I couldn't do anything about it. It won't be me kicking him out.
You're awful...
After a long exchange of looks, Shinobu rejected Yuko's shameless proposal.
A vein jumped at Yuko's temple. At last, she could no longer keep her gentle expression in place.
"If you're awake, then get the hell out of my head! Are you planning to move in?"
Someone had snapped.
Someone.
"Sorry for disturbing you..." Muramasa gave a bitter, self-mocking smile, then braced a hand against the ground and slowly rose.
Yuko let out a long breath. Luckily, the