Shokudaikiri Mitsutada

Mitsutada was not suited for blizzards. He was only vaguely suited for snow monsters, but honestly he would take the Retrogrades over this any day. At least Japanese history was generally warmer.

Mitsutada's typical armor was not exactly suited for this sort of situation, either. In fact, he had bundled up in a heavy parka, bright blue mittens (a present from the Saniwa), a flannel ear-flapped cap, and big old boots.

He'd strapped his shoulder armor to the outside of the parka. Because he could.

When it came to a nastier snow creature that was trundling up to the house, Mitsutada did his usual thing, even if sword cuts weren't exactly the most effective way of dealing with these creatures. He grew frustrated, and went all out for a powerful attack, as he sometimes does.

The problem being that such an attack has the side effects of tearing most of his clothes off.

He ran back inside quite quickly, howling something along the lines of "I've made a huge mistake" in Japanese.

[ooc: Mostly establishy, but open, sure]

Mitsutada was out in his little garden today, even with the heat. His tomatoes needed tending, darn it. Besides, it kept him busy and reminded him of the chores back at the Citadel, which he absolutely missed on days like this where he was mostly alone and had to keep himself occupied.

It was starting to get to him, being away from all his fellow Danshi.

[ooc: Open post! Bother the silly boy, please.]

"What do you mean, a special expedition?" Mitsutada said, taken completely by surprise. "And alone?" That was the part that was getting to him. Expeditions were usually the job of a full six-person squad. To go alone seemed unnecessarily dangerous, even if they typically never saw combat.

"It's a very different sort of expedition," Hasebe reassured his friend, putting a hand on Mitsutada's shoulder. "The Saniwa has learned of a place outside of our timeline that could be a source of many things we need to defeat the Revisionist Army."

"I'm really not that good at scouting," Mitsutada said, but he straightened his shoulders and nodded. "But if this is a task the Saniwa has asked of me, I shall undertake it."

"I didn't expect anything less of you," Hasebe replied, giving Mitsutada's shoulder a little squeeze. "There are special instructions for you." He handed over a sealed letter, which Mitsutada took with a curious look. "You better get packing."

Mitsutada let out a bit of a surprised yelp. "Packing?!"

[ooc: Just establishing the set-up for Mitsutada to come to Fandom!]

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