Light blue eyes flicker down at the nearly subtle movement of the scythe lowering. Well that was one sign the other trusted him, maybe, or that the small blond was simply biding time to watch his movements to study him. He was not sure anymore. Maybe he was getting…No; no, he was definitely getting a bit paranoid at this point. Somehow, that little “revelation” is not surprising.
“Same reason you are.”
That was…a real shame. He seemed so young, but considering the way he moved with that scythe—he pushed the thought away. No distractions. They were talking. Getting distracted could kill him if he let it. That was something he could not afford. He tapped the tip of his blade against the ground; a habit he had picked up in his calmer days before replying. “Damn.” He really had nothing else to say. He doubted there was anything he needed to say actually.
Actually no he had did have something else to add. “I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” He admitted quietly, more so under his breath. A life like this, fighting to survive, fighting to keep one’s place in this hell on earth, literally. It kept him in almost perfect condition, well besides any broken things he would get in fights…But was it really worth it.
He tapped the tip of the blade in a small rhythm, get rid of the thought. He would have made one strange soldier or knights as they are called where he was from. An airheaded knight…well he really cannot complain now, Asbel has been here for quite a while after…That is strange. He cannot seem to recall. The most recent thing he could recall was actually just fighting.
“So…” His voice is quiet, a voice that forced one’s hearing to strain just to keep listening. “Your name? What do you go by?”
〚 罰当たり悪魔 〛
Vigilant eyes remain fixed on the other’s form, he didn’t wish to fight the other, but if it’s for the sake of self-defense, he won’t hesitate, but still he will only attack after the other attacked him first. It seems the other is getting paranoid at every move he make as well. Perhaps it’s the environment they are in along with the past few hours both of fighting with mindless demons?
Sympathy? Is the other showing sympathy?
The other probably think he is a kid now, doesn’t he? Having lived in this world for almost a century and a half now, he’s starting to get used to the fact people judge age by appearance and that they related age with wisdom. It’s a waste… that everyone think this way. As the other tap his sword upon the ground, Ontarou positioned his elbow and leaned on his scythe. He’ll remain lax for now… even if the awkward silence between them isn’t something to laugh about.
Ontarou remained silent. He had been cursed twice. Damned by God Himself to age ten times slower and again damned by devil worshipers to be a demon, having someone damned him again would be nothing new. In the end, the world he is living in is damned as well. Guess the fights he had for the past five decades are actually worth something and did not go to waste.
Tap. Tap. Tap…
To think 147 years has just passed just like that and now the world seems to be ending. Sapporo in shreds and Hokkaido and Japan as a whole probably worse off as well. But all in all, his survival comes first, and those demons may be large in number, but seems weak. Why they are here, Ontarou doesn’t know and he doubt they surface into here the same way as the demons he encountered before all this.
What do you go by?
〚 Seiji. Ontarou Seiji. Kanji’s ‘Truth - makoto’ 誠, 'Two - ni’ 二, 'Warmth - yutaka’ 温, and 'Tarou’ 太郎, a common name for firstborn children. 〛
