― 温太郎 + 魔界 ―
強い悪魔:
Sharp eyes flicker up and down at his “opponent.” He had not used his full strength, and he could tell that the stranger had not used their own either, but he could get a gist based off that electric that ran up the length of his arm.
Slowly, ever so slowly he took a step back, sword still in hand, as he continued to size the stranger up. He was half-tempted to reply with, ‘I’m glad’; he is a bit tired from all the constant fighting and all.
Instead, he lowered his blade a smidge, deciding to trust this newcomer, before replying. “Then why exactly are you—” He motioned with his free head to the area surrounding them. “Here.”
That sentence spoke for itself.
Ontarou became alert. Was the step back is for an attack or
as an act of cease and desist? It lead the cursed demon to
be a little paranoid, but nothing too serious. It didn’t take much
to block the other’s attack, but he can’t say that there’s no
effort involved.
Perhaps the other is just as powerful as him, or the gap of
strength between them isn’t too big. Hand still wielding the
scythe with superior dexterity, he glance at the other,
tempted to give a sigh of relief but didn’t.
Trusting the other to an extent, the cursed demon lower the
scythe he was holding. He prefer to kill the mindless ones
and avoid the ones who resembles humans.
He used to be one after all.
〚 Same reason you are here. 〛
Ontarou has been here since the late 1800s in Japan, witnessing the
rise and fall of the Japanese empire as well as modernization of its
army and survived the horrendous World Wars… he’s grown
acquainted to fights. Being cursed to age ten times slower, Ontarou
learned much of the world.
And now, the world is dying. Demons unlike his kind are everywhere.
