[ Sendai of 2018 is different from Sendai of 2279 in many ways. And in many ways, it is not. The culling game has left streets empty, the people left in it scared, and he stands in the cold November air alone, this time without a guide. The only leads he has are the explosions of cursed energy and a barely visible sloping curve of that strange building by the river, which he had seen in Yuta's memory. The person he is looking for is out there, and he has already seen him victorious. Provided his presence alone does not change the path of destiny, the smith simply has to find him once the battle is over, and give the Tsumukari to her proper owner like he promised.
(He had not meant to kill the other sorcerer — hadn't even realized the man was there until it was too late, too busy focusing on the flow of power and finding the river that will lead him to the strange building and Yuta's three way fight with the naked woman and his boy Ishigori. But something about Mumei's own presence had set the man on edge, and there had been no time to talk before the first attack was launched. There had been no room for anything else past that first flurry of attacks, the man's karma as heavy with slain innocents as a bronze temple bell. The curse user had watched Mumei's naked blade with understandable wariness, but had not thought to watch his surroundings, and was speared through with a projected blade before a second attack even had time to begin.)
Rika had recognized him without issue, but rushed off to fight before he'd had a chance to ask about Yuta — leaving the people hidden under the shadow of the building in his care. (He'd mollified the worried stares with careful manners of a retainer as best he could, knowing that the homunculus still was listening and letting his strange appearance convince them just as much as his words. To them, the youth in the old fashioned clothing saying, "The boy is a comrade of mine," is as reassuring as (if not more) than their invisible guardian had been.
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(He had not meant to kill the other sorcerer — hadn't even realized the man was there until it was too late, too busy focusing on the flow of power and finding the river that will lead him to the strange building and Yuta's three way fight with the naked woman and his boy Ishigori. But something about Mumei's own presence had set the man on edge, and there had been no time to talk before the first attack was launched. There had been no room for anything else past that first flurry of attacks, the man's karma as heavy with slain innocents as a bronze temple bell. The curse user had watched Mumei's naked blade with understandable wariness, but had not thought to watch his surroundings, and was speared through with a projected blade before a second attack even had time to begin.)
Rika had recognized him without issue, but rushed off to fight before he'd had a chance to ask about Yuta — leaving the people hidden under the shadow of the building in his care. (He'd mollified the worried stares with careful manners of a retainer as best he could, knowing that the homunculus still was listening and letting his strange appearance convince them just as much as his words. To them, the youth in the old fashioned clothing saying, "The boy is a comrade of mine," is as reassuring as (if not more) than their invisible guardian had been.
Now, he simply waits for Yuta's return. ]