This is an independent role play blog for Tokugawa Ieyasu. This particular incarnation is him as a child, also known as Matsudaira Takechiyo. I will try to remain as in-character as possible, while also keeping in mind his history. Please understand however, playing him can be difficult because of how little he does in-game at this age, so a few liberties will be taken if needed to advance a conversation. Thank you very much for your time, and please enjoy!
If you're certain...
“Why would I mind?”
Ieyasu showed a grin to his younger self as he completely understood him. Then again, he was only a younger him, which was still a bit odd to him, but nice nonetheless. Again, he thought for a moment but came up with nothing.
“Anything is fine, Ieyasu.”
“Nnn…” he seemed to struggle with a name, “How about… just…” He then snapped his fingers in a sort of realization. “I met a pirate once, he and I are very good friends! I remember, his men would call him ‘aniki’ with such great vigor!” said Ieyasu. “I thought it was nice, is that okay? At least for now? I promise to come up with something much better later on,” he said with a nervous chuckle.
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He seemed taken back by this. “Are you sure?” he asked, “B-Because I mean, I don’t… or… I wouldn’t mind too much being Takechiyo, even the soldiers still like to call me that, regardless… …” There was something that struck him, this sense of understanding and kindness from his other self. Granted, it is to be expected… no one knows you better than yourself, after all. It was so refreshing to speak with someone who understood his firm desire to be taken seriously as more than just that helpless child from Mikawa.
He shut his eyes out of reflex upon contact, but he mused all the same. “Cute?” he repeated with a huff. He sat up straight and patted his chest for great emphasis. “I’m not Takechiyo anymore, I’m not cute,” he insisted. He usually didn’t mind these kinds of comments but coming from someone like… his elder self, he couldn’t help but want to prove otherwise. Here stood a man who had seemed to have gone through so much. Someone who did an awful lot of maturing over the years. He wanted to reflect that as well, regardless of the circumstances.
“… … I… I see?” was all he could bring himself to sputter. He seemed to go quiet. His gaze averted as he stopped to think to himself, and assess the situation presented before him. The child then looked back to the man; he could see it now, he felt. He could see himself, it was uncanny and something he couldn’t argue. “But how?” he said. He scooted closer to the other, and reached out a hand to him as if touching him would cement the belief.
“Then, you have great taste!” he said with much enthusiasm. But he fell silent upon hearing the older man’s introduction. Having the same food and knowing of his retainer was one thing, but sharing the same name? Far too strange to be coincidental. His eyes were wide, and then, he let out a laugh. “That’s… that’s funny, I thought you said your name was Ieyasu Tokugawa! Did I hear that right?”
“It was much the same here, as well! The castle was decorated, and people came from all over to enjoy the festivities. There was so much food! I couldn’t even put a dent in it, but I happily finished most of the ebi furai, at the very least. It was fantastic!” he said. The young Ieyasu then glanced off for a moment and let out a soft chuckle. “It was too bad that Tadakatsu couldn’t enjoy the food too. I bet he could finish everything if he wanted and have room for more ~ ” he thought aloud.
