I can see Aki being a warlord. She's always been aggressive—
[and he makes note to ask her about his later, maybe. sort of. it's a half-formed note because he's suddenly blinking in confusion as a series of images flash before his eyes. ninjas. a pipe. some green-haired kid yelling about his left side, a disadvantage, a blind spot.
a sword, a familiar weight in his hand and then bodies falling to the forest floor in a heap.
his hold on kashuu's sword might've grown more certain, more confident instead of just appraising.
and then he blinks away the last of the images, sheathing the sword again in one smooth motion before turning it so that he can offer it back to kashuu, looking away in contemplative silence. then, a tired:]
no subject
[and he makes note to ask her about his later, maybe. sort of. it's a half-formed note because he's suddenly blinking in confusion as a series of images flash before his eyes. ninjas. a pipe. some green-haired kid yelling about his left side, a disadvantage, a blind spot.
a sword, a familiar weight in his hand and then bodies falling to the forest floor in a heap.
his hold on kashuu's sword might've grown more certain, more confident instead of just appraising.
and then he blinks away the last of the images, sheathing the sword again in one smooth motion before turning it so that he can offer it back to kashuu, looking away in contemplative silence. then, a tired:]
... I need a nap.