NOCT OVERFLOW

[swordhardy]

OVERFLOW & EVENTS

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[swordhardy]

[ Rokurou cocks his head with interest at the mention of hearing about someone come from Hell, but ultimately doesn't ask despite the curiosity. Maybe if he hadn't mentioned training to use the sword, but once the words are uttered, the daemon's focus narrows. He has a few special interests and this is one of them baybeeee. ]

Is that so? I would have guessed you were a spell-caster if you're some kind of sorcerer. [ clearly he has never heard of jujutsu sorcerers; even the term cursed spirits doesn't quite align with what he knows despite being a rather apt description for corrupted malakhim. ] Then, if it isn't too bold to ask, I'd love to spar against you sometime. I'm trying to keep my blade from dulling while I'm here.

[ He hasn't a clue if a daemon such as himself would fall under Yuta's umbrella of cursed spirits, especially since he's only been a daemon for a few years, but that hardly matters in the face of an interesting challenge. There hasn't been an exorcist yet strong enough to dispatch him (ignoring one man, but even then, it's Rokurou still standing); even if Yuta isn't quite the same thing, it's interesting. Exciting. His pulse quickens with anticipation, every nerve now honed to the boy sitting in front of him.

Glancing down at the red string tying them together, Rokurou's drawn from vivid fantasies of a grandiose battle with a sudden realization. ]

... You know, I kind of thought this would go away when we met. [ but there it is. still... being there. ] Do you think there's something else we're supposed to do?